Hey Guys!
This is my first real attempt at poetry. So sorry if it's bad. I know it's full of cliche's, but this is a hard topic to write without a few cliche's.(That probably means it's overused, but oh well) This poem has a few biblical referances, so please don't read it if you might be offended.
For everything there is a season
For poppy's die, and poppy's bloom
Whether fate's a myth, or reason
For precious life there's alway's room
A life of love is a life fufilled
A life of hate is a life of treason
For some poppy's live, some are killed
For everthing there is a season
For everything there is a season
Our darkest hour brings our brightest
From dark brings light, a phase of the moon
Joy's not joy if sorrow's the slightest
Life's not meant to be alone
Giving up is not an option
live with a laugh and not a moan
For everything there is a season
