Simply, soup of the day

Why do we look to the mountains, if the mountains can not speak? Why do we cry to the rain, if the rain does not have a shoulder? Sisterhood is special, not captured in any other way. It's your choice to grow with her, or refuse to make her stay. No other bond is stronger, than one by blood and mother. As each of us is born we learn, to take care of each other. When fate has turned against you, and you can not go any longer, one is certain about a sister, is that together you are stronger. We travel through life together, not knowing which path to convey, but when the adeventure is over, it was simply, the soup of the day. So clouds may keep raining The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, and sisterhood carries on, enjoy the waking hours such, that they may never return.This is the first poem i have ever really sat down and wrote, so your feedback is omportant to me. Written November 10th, 2001 © on Nov 10 2001 04:51 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8