A start or an end, They just happen, And they are there, Like the vast sky, enveloping. Defying the trends, They decorate every bit of being, Like the evening sky, Changing hues, Unique, unseen and never before known. Neither seeking praise, Nor afflicted by the fear of disgrace, Such stories live forever, Beyond time and space. Some stories don't have A start or an end, They just happen, And they are there, Like the vast sky, enveloping. Defying the trends, They decorate every bit of being, Like the evening sky,