A/N: This really isn't a poem, more a structured string of observations and thoughts on the cycle of human interaction. At a pub.
So much can change from night to day
From one bank to the other
The pouring rain turns, making way for baking sun and a cool breeze.
Drunken bragging and fighting ends
And the strains of a simple tune float across the meadow
Anger turns to laughter
Confusion to clarity
As the sun slowly dips below the horizon
And the wind blows harder and stronger
The heat stays within, fuelling the anger
Another day is over
One day less to be at peace
One day closer to complete release
As the moon rises the insanity peaks
The excuses flow with the ale.
Questions, doubts, fears are revealed.
Only to be settled when the sun returns.