Every day is different but the same.

Day after day goes by, most things stay the same

But not all; every day something new starts

Or finishes. Or keeps going like a game -

The players continue on playing their parts.

When the clouds darken up the sky above

Everyone runs. Trying to avoid the rain,

Waiting for the clouds to part

And the sun to bring back its love;

The love that makes the day everyone's gain.

Rare as the rainbow that rarely graces

The sky, as glorious as the sun's rays,

Pure as snow with no trace of swift paces,

Love makes every day unique but a daze.

Every day is different but the same.

Every day people start playing the game.