I walk out into the cool night air, gaze up at the thousands of stars shining in the sky, and I feel small. Looking down from the heavens and I see a great tree standing tall in all its magnificent grace, realizing how young I am. I think of all the millions and billions that inhabit this Earth, plants, animals, insects, microorganisms. I am but one link in this interconnected chain, a single drop of water in such massive oceans of joy and sorrow. But even a tiny honey bee serves such an integral part in the harmonious sustainment of our beautiful habitat. A cancerous tumor still holds powerful lessons to teach us about ourselves. Every piece has its place, serves its purpose, and leaves an imprint upon time. But why?

There is a reason for every rhyme, a season for all to shine, a fall in which we die, winter that enters our minds and spring again will blossom so fine. Darkness touches light and the space between these particles seem to blend together in our eyes. This sliver inside of a truth that cannot hide shall provide such a sign that the tears following sighs give way to both smiles and cries. Realize all will pass, for nothing ever lasts but loss lost to the past spins circles coming back at the source originally born. Torn from the womb, returning to a tomb deep within the Mother soon. Into the Earth, where everything has worth, her girth expanding wide as she embraces us inside under waves of emotional tides. Washing away all the pain to regain free range of the plains, dancing with hurricanes nameless, blame this upon the other, sit back and carefully wonder... A planet torn asunder ruled by demons lurking under that which has been plundered as we long longer for release. Cease the feasts, for hunger we will strike, you are like me, and we are all so weathered. Teathered and tied, bound we strive for life uncontrolled and a simple peace to hold. Boldly being told, yet our ground we continue to mold. Unsold to the cold, breaking hindrance, never fold, ever ready to be gold. Shining.