My

My, how the sun kisses the flesh of those beneath it yet can burn them if they stay out for too long My, How the wind makes noise As if singing an endearing, yet eery song My, How the color red affects us A shade of love yet also death My, How one can clame love When later, they stand to regret My, How the heart is so strong Yet fragile all the same My, How such irony fills the world and fate plays us like a game