That Special Thing Poem by razahac henrietta

Peace it brings to us
No more worries,
No more pains,
No more stress,
When it finally comes.

The young children shade tears for it,
The youth hunt for it everywhere,
The poor treasure it dearly,
But, the rich fear and distance from it
For they are scared of its tenderness.

Some people say it brings about laziness,
Others say it relives them from their worries and stress,
Yet to me, I say, it is part of us
But for our benefit,
We ought to regulate its time.

It does not knock on it arrival
Nor can it be avoided,
Giving in peacefully when it comes is the best solution
For non can ever defeat it even the scientists with their continuous innovations,
Sleep will always reign.