Under the sun, I write of all things bright,
Of nature's beauty, in morning light.
The trees sway gently, in the breeze,
As I capture their essence, with ease.
I write of love, in its purest form,
Of hearts entwined, through every storm.
I paint a picture, with words so true,
Of a bond unbreakable, between me and you.
I write of laughter, and joyful tears,
Of moments shared, throughout the years.
I capture memories, in verse and rhyme,
Preserving them for all time.
Under the sun, I write of peace,
Of a world where hate and anger cease.
Where kindness reigns, and hearts are pure,
And love and hope forever to endure.
So let my words, like rays of light,
Illuminate the darkest night.
For under the sun, I'll always write,
Of all things good and pure and right.
In the book of my life, a page must be filled
With memories of joy and moments of thrill
There are chapters of laughter and of tears
Some moments of triumph and times to fear
Life's journey has taken me far and wide
Through the valley low and mountain high
I've met kind people; few think I’m a foe
But each encounter is a lesson to know
The characters are the people I have met
Each played a part and left a lasting effect
Some walked beside me, some left behind
But all have shaped me, in heart and mind
Through the twists and turns, I have grown
To embrace the odds, to let my spirit shown
With each trial and every test, I must endure
To make me strong and make my spirit pure
Nonetheless, my book of life is my life’s tale
With each and every moment, I must not fail
For all the lessons learned, with all its glory
Is a tale worth telling, a never-ending story
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A tale of sweet revenge unfolds its sway.
A heart, once broken, now beats with fiery grace,
As justice weaves a tapestry of sweet revenge's place.
The memory of pain, a burning fire within,
A thirst for retribution, a desire to win.
The sweetest revenge, a taste of triumph true,
As the aggrieved soul rises, renewed anew.
With every step, with every breath, a plan unfolds,
To right the wrongs, to seize the sweet revenge to hold.
The world may doubt, the world may scoff and sneer,
But sweet revenge will come, and bring a tear.
The heart, now hardened, forged in fire and pain,
A weapon sharpened, a will unbroken and gain.
The time is nigh, the moment at hand,
To take the sweetest revenge, to take the stand.
