All The Years Poem by Namie Elisha

All the years
Coming and going
Flowers are gloriously blossoming
All the times
Clearly not forgetting
Oceans are wondrously refilling
Rash decisions
Honest thoughts
Skies are deeply blue
All the days
Obviously believing
That you will find your place
Your own space
No matter how long
You will
Its amazing we cant see
What the next second will or wont be
So wish the sun, the moon, the galaxy of stars
The works of nature, goodluck
And wish yourself, a perfection of nature, goodluck.