The words are all lost
Floating through time and space
Like little pieces of me
Come and gone,
nurtured and grown
Then…. left out in the sun to wither away.
Time does that. It withers away and takes with it what you can no longer hold onto in this life.
Your sense of purpose will alter. Your sense of self worth will be distorted and mismanaged.
Your dreams will lose their memory and your memories will lose you.
The desert will be endless drought, but the walk will be worth it, for the water will taste better.
One drop will be worth an ocean, and the mirror won’t matter anymore.
The forest within will eventually grow back and flourish, for it will contain a thousand new seeds that weren’t there before, and all the colors will radiate with an intensity so deep, the earth will sing songs of satisfaction and approval and the dance will go on, with an enthusiasm like never before.
Oh the dance will go on and the Earth shall sing her song.