New-ish Poetry

I was looking in the bowels of my main blog and I found this little ditty. I don't remember writing it because it was so long ago. But here it is, in all of its short glory. Enjoy!

For What, For When

The story ends as it began
When nothing else was new
Where little boys and girls would play
Amongst the morning dew

The sun would shine upon that place
And flowers bloomed and birds sang loud
The sky was bright with heav'nly light
A silver lining on every cloud