A push off
a cliff, doesn't mean you'll fly.
To slide off
a hill, doesn't mean you'll sled
And certainly don't expect a rainbow
whenever there's some rain
But you can still pretend
Falling can be flying
sliding can be sledding
a drizzle can be kaleidoscopic
So when I see fireworks
that don't mean there's a BBQ
But I can still buy a hot dog
And when you see cascades
that doesn't make that place idyllic
But I'll still write a poem about it
When we see a sunset
that doesn't make that day perfect
But we'll still call it that
And eventually, perhaps
we will fly
we will sled
we will see a rainbow
Eventually, we will be full
And nature's beauty will be revealed.
Perfection aside, this is the best ride I've ever ridden.
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