the earth sings for you. Do you see that bald eagle? That second one? That third one? It's a sign of hope
though all birds die
yes, all birds die
but all birds fly again
Do you see that tree? Do you see those leaves?
Uncountable and green and brown ones fall
sail overhead on an early winter breeze
and never seem to hit the ground
but all leaves hit the ground
where sun and shadow mix just like life and death
and across your face I see shadows of leaves and trees
and I'm reminded how lucky we are.
How lucky we are. |
