Grey

Have you wondered why
The moon follows you every night?
Because it too,
relishes in your diamond light.

Have you noticed the 
sunbeams frolic aroud you?
Because the sun too,
wants a dance with you.

Have you noticed the
Trees swaying in the breeze?
Because they too,
want to run their fingers over your skin.

Have you wondered why 
the mountains grow so tall?
Because they too,
hope to get a glimpse 
of a sight as  exotic as you.

FOR I am the Waning moon,
FOR I am the dying sun,
FOR I am the withering tree,
FOR I am the crumbling mountain

FOR there is no grey,
just black and white.