Compilations of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness

When people fall

In summer I watched
Whenever rain fell
Because summer rain is beautiful.
In autumn I watched
As leaves drifted down
Because falling leaves are beautiful.
In winter I watched
The snow float gently
Because snowflakes are so beautiful.
But people are not like rain.
People are not like leaves.
And they most certainly
Are not like snow.
When people fall
To the ground
They are not
At all
Beautiful.