I Ponder Poem by Nate Morris

Segmented is life in its times of splendor;
Quickly converting into times of rigor.
I ponder the reasoning for these events,
As it seems as if life is scripted for balance of mind one would figure.

Often times I ponder how things just work out.
Work out in regardless of sickness or health.
No prejudices outwardly existing;
Not only working out for those with great wealth.

Mother of nature shares with us times of tragedy,
While also providing Spring beauty.
Are we to question the resulting fallout?
Or just have faith in the movie?

Above me, it is where the answers lie;
To those questions that time has allowed to grow fonder.
Questions, I need not have all answers
For those questions, I still ponder.