Days are filled with wonders and awe,

Moments so enchanting, I can’t ignore.

They deserve to be captured and saved,

On the walls of our minds, a masterpiece engraved.

Just like a painting in a museum’s hall,

Or vibrant petals on a rose standing tall.

Yet, days can also bring us sorrow and pain,

Memories bitter, leaving their own stain.

At times, it’s best to detach and let go,

To free our minds from that painful echo.

Like separating a bad seed from the good,

Or dispersing dust in the air, as it should.

Like the delicate balance of fire and water,

We choose which memories will flow and alter.