Beneath the vast and endless skies, this life we tread is just like a borrowed space where each step we take on earth’s floor of grace is some part of something vast and more
That song of life both old and new comes from a some kind of ancient rhythm that is beyond steady, true and more to the song of life both the old and new
Those roots from rivers, sky and ground are parts of this deeply bounded bond, that fleeting patch of time that wanted to just share to the world beyond what nature’s tender care can give…
This fruit lives with a cycle that clings to the branches too firm and high, but it falls with grace as long as it’s ready to let go, ripened it’s unique sweetness
That quiet drop with no mournful sound, is s kiss to the earth’s desire to reach it’s final ground where it rest’s in soil’s own embrace
Now, it praises roots with it’s own growing space, becomes a tree that will held onto its ground through the years, but with it its not a fall marked by grief or even with tears but with own’s nature descent…
Beyond some loos, some despair, and some beyond decay can tell, still she see’s that play of dance from nature’s hand that is both strong and wise
With every fall, a new rise lies ahead, with a new eye that expresses her heart, holding her own wisdom’s hidden everywhere, the charm of endings, that is soft and profound
That grace seems sometimes lost or found all over again, what falls will feed into its next bloom, where each quiet shift is like a closing door that will agin reveal what her life is truly for…
To find that grace where none is found is like seeing what nature wanted to show, with a steady hand that flows naturally without any form of regret but just assurances
That life is not some kind of a fleeting strand, but seeing that is always a part of something vast and grand, that is harmony that is sometimes misunderstand but still we could see it as a blessing
For what is life but brief and delight, casting aside fear and doubt, and what is death but with its own nature’s way, so let us walk this life with grace, and cherish every fleeting trace like a ripened nature’s fruit…
To fold back into life itself
A harmony that soothes all pain
When our time to fall draws near
What falls will feed what next will bloom
