Like the night breeze,
Quiet and unwavering,
He sneaks up upon us,
To steal or smiles, joy and peace.

Like the scorching mid-day sun,
He burns through our joy,
Taking away our breaths,
He fulfills his duty.

He plays by the rules,
He plays by the book.
We can't blame him,
He's only a servant.

Now its empty,
Fill it with the things that actually matter.

Roses🌹