Amateurish and Childish Words

The morning sun greets us or is it the other way around.
The days just pass like a circle round and round.
The flowers are up for grabs
The claws of the devil - just like crabs
The evening is quiet and there seems to be no sound.

We could see the horizon when we first came in
The moon, sun and stars absolving us from every sin
The view now has gone away
Leaving behind just walls of grey
The curtains that were open have now closed in.

The cruel waves of the sea keep coming back
A young girl hurries with shells for her back pack
The forecast is of gloom
Believers tend to follow the doom
We go ahead as we should, turning our back. Sphere: Related Content