Like the galaxy, that goes and goes, never ending.
Like the trees in the park, that always seems to keep on growing.
Like the sun that comes up every morning, even if we don’t see it, it’s still there… Just hiding.
Like the air we breathe its always there, we take advantage of what is just given to us.
Like our one true love, always with us in our hearts. But gone when needed.
Gone when needed more than the galaxies, the trees, the sun, the air…
This poem was written/submitted by Marina.