I've gotta stop writing about nature

by steadfast twilight

Our backs faced the sun
Warming its rays and persuading us to fall for the trickery at hand.
We wouldn't let it take the day away.
The angrier we got, the faster it faded.
But what about this?
And what about that?
And what about...

Let it go. It's over.
Just remember your memory will never perish.