Residue

i ran and ran, in hope to catch the last glitter before it falls into that mysteriously black river.
to much disappointment, i didnt reach in time.
what left behind was the dark sky covered in layers of grey smoke.

then i wondered, why do people often live for the pretty moments?
the greyish sky with the black river was just as beautiful and serene.
no loud popping sound, nor the colourful skyflowers,
but the scene itself was calming and beautiful in its own way.

sometimes the best thing in life is the residue of what seems the best.