Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly, As I look up into the skies, Only to see the sun, And white clouds floating by. I walk into the woods, Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet, I stare down to the earth, To see grasses, soft and sweet. At last I see a rose, Lying dried up on the ground, I gently touch it's petals, And my life is newly found. All along ive been yelling, At the wind for being cold, And shouting at the rain, When life's story has been told. I ignored the graceful beauty, As i blocked out meaningful sights, For when it's gone I will regreat, Shunning the flawless story of life.