Beautiful World Poem by Nicolaa Gallardo

Days and years go by, with rain drops in the clouds.
People have made their choices with their own risk at heart.
Consequences, good or bad, must be faced.
The mist of tomorrow comes after today.

With judgement dominating one's humble smile.
Fearing the true feeling of lonesome
One cannot see the purity of day
When they fear what others may say

Not afraid of ego, pride, or judgement.
Fight your demons and stand up mighty.
Let the weak discover their own strength
But humble yourself enough to reach out to them.