Bad Days

A smiling moon is a heart's desire, But eclipses are what make it worth, O forlorn night why do you despite, Your deepest sorrow is preetiest attire. A wintery apple is an eyes appeal, But fiery sun makes it ripe, O motherly tree why don't you reveal, Your greatest hatred is worth your life. Life is but a bunch of roses, Thorns are what make it special, The one who is pricked by these, Knows what fragrance the rose possesses. Bad days drift forever like wind, Our will decides how strong they are, A tree is thrown by thousand storms, But look how they regrow so strong. We don't grow by our ages, Our building blocks are the damages, Failures have never mirrored the talents, They just calculate the distance to success.