KecleonSlow Pace GreenCalm as it treads A Beautyas it is. ANatural color of True selfAn identity given at birth Perfect as is.Other peers approach Quick! To changeitself effortlessly, toshed itself of the identifying Green.Replaced with bright Reds across yellowsMimicking, Imitating othersIdentity changed to Conformity.A potential mate Quick! To impressshed itself of the god-given GreenMagnificent hues Purple among bluesActing fast to impress withNew as if old was not enough.Alway
Morning Never EndsIt seems almost routine now.Each morning I wake, and each mourningI am greeted by this denseMorning fog. Well, Almost routine.We never had this depressingFog before, envelopingThe landscape. Enveloping my vision.Enveloping my clarity. No longerCan I see things as they truly are.Oh, how I hate these mournings.Sorrow filled wakings, creeping onSo haunting every time.Color drowned, cheer dampened. HopeFor the afternoon to come andSweep away this glooming morning fog.But nothing will. This still unfamiliar settingWithout you, this morning fog whichCarries through the day, makes it feel as thoughMourning never ends.