I watch them all like wisps of fading summer
Leaves twirling in a fall breeze
How they breathe even in the shadow of the future
They are me
We are pollen on the first day of spring
And the scorching rays of light, thrashing flames and combustion beliefs that can very well destroy our world.
But I dont, yet.
Now, calm as a refreshing mist
Hovering over the salted earth
Flying and falling as fate or whatever continues to play her tune.
I love us, a collection of unknown words on a blank page.
The memories of children
Sheltered by bones of the wise ones
Roots blossoming in soil,
Gravitating toward the waters of life.
We are human