Fluidity

By Denna Stellar

Sometimes the ocean is clear and serene

And others she’s harsh and wild

Some days the sun is bright and warm

And others he hides away

Some days the clouds are kind and soft

And others they weep all day

Would you tell the clouds they cannot weep?

Or the sun he cannot hide?

Would you tell the sea to calm her rage?

Because you can’t understand what’s inside?

Change is only a natural thing

Fluidity in what we see

But why when it comes to a person

You tell them what to be?