its cold.Its rude.Often its kind.
It leaves us choiceless.
Just like us it moves on
But it makes us stop and look back
It makes us sad,Regretful and anxious.

It make marks on thoughts
as signatures of nature
and reminder of species
It moves on and enjoys the fun.
Often its rude and chaotic
More than everything its still a stranger.

A stranger we gave birth to
A stranger...