Beneath the warmth of a sunny day, a voice carries a weighty message: the inevitability of decay. This haiku captures the paradox of light and darkness, hope and despair, in fleeting moments of reflection.
On a sunny ray,
A preachy voice came my way—
Speaking of decay.
Prompt: Write a short poem or prose piece exploring the contrast between beauty and forewarning. How can something as warm as sunlight carry a message as cold as decay?