My B day- Eighteen

It's just like another day

But somehow strange in some way

Some things never change

But it is the way the light bends,

The way the wind plays,

The way the sky is grey.

There is sadness, and happiness on display.

Not able to put a finger on it

The leaves on the muddy ground transmit

A scent of green split

Mountains rise in the east sunlit

And waves fall in the west moonlit

Spent the whole day outside

I can't to go home and lie down

Look up to my ceiling,

And search for stars in the night sky.