Beauty of beginings

the flowers bloom , the faces gloom ,

the stars twinkle , the clouds smile ,

In the beginning everything's fine .

The sky shows different colors with each fold ,

Secretly whispers the tales that are never to be told.

Then comes the afternoon of change ,

where the shadows grow & skies rearrange ,

making everything blue it takes everything

to the start of happiness comes the end of joy

to the forever that everyone manifests comes an end ,

Nothing lasts forever , so be my nothing

they say ,

what happens to people when it really comes to stay

And like the river , the time flows ,

the blooming flower now lost the glow

Just like the sun , Good times have to go ,

things end no matter fast or slow .