#WritcoPoemPrompt61

We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.

Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.

But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape, or a different landscape.

A river bank with trees all around.

People sitting down and watching the leaves fall on the shiny clear river.

A couple watching the night sky and twinkling stars.

Kids playing and laughing.

A woman sitting there thinking about life.

An elder couple sitting down on the bench and feeding the swans.

The night journey is always a mystery of what we paint and the meaning behind them.