The man though an agent of annihilation
Cannot help but feel ripple of sentiment at his core
For the long standing woodland before him
He reluctantly chops away for what should be
A quick end to a fresh start
But the possibility of what was already a probability
A false hope to a dead end perhaps
Bonded to an illusion of a memory long past
That was his favorite shade of green
And all it took
Was a misplaced and unintended spark
To ignite the fire of an unrestrainable reaction.
Let’s talk about the fleeting nature of things. People keep saying, I don’t have time for temporary friends or things etc.
That’s like saying you don’t have time for life. Everything in life is temporary, that doesn’t make it less worth while.
Imagine a kid in a playground. Eventually his parents will take him home and he’ll start crying “no I wanna stayyyy 5 more minutessss”. But his parents will ultimately make him leave. It doesn’t mean he never should have gone. He played for a while, then it was time to go.
Temporary people are no different. People are not meant to stay with you forever.
We are all travelers on a journey. A person stays with his companion for as long as their paths agree. Then he is on his way. And you are on yours. Wish your companion farewell and do not blame a traveler for travelling, rather be happy for your companion.
Night/day, empty/full, early/late, heads/tales, all opposites sides of the same coin. Like so, a problem cannot exist without a solution.