Like rain falling from the clouds to the
earth. so this is, life.
Oh what a glorious fall.
Not knowing in entirety where one is to land.
But beauty surpasses thee!
A leaf, a blade of grass, the solid ground or the face of a child?
Woe to thee, I give you reverence!
The simplest things you provide are my pleasures.
Graceful is your countenance.
My tears are kin to thee, not know where or why they fall.
But they are good for us all.
Mine eyes are kin to thee, in darkness closed.
But at the rising alive once more.
From earth I came and to earth return.
Men say that the moment of birth begins the moment of death?
But from the clouds we fall and to the clouds return.
Only to fall again and once more caught up.
Oh what glorious fall.