Mocking Beauty Poem by Woru Sulyman

Why do you mock us with your beauty—
a fresh start that fades too fast,
a perfect day turned sour quick,
a promise broken in the past?

You paint the leaves in living green,
then strip them bare with harmattan's bite;
the ones we love slip out of sight,
and dreams shatter in the night.

Our plans ride smooth on your calm tide,
till storms drag us beneath the sea;
we chase love, luck—the fleeting high—
and watch it slip from trembling hands.

O tricky beauty, sweet and sharp,
you pull us close with hope brand-new;
we reach, we hurt, we try again—
knowing you'll change us, as you do.