Life is at the tree’s branches,
Swaying in the wind.
Wondering as a bird searching
For a landing ground.
Asking a small child in a
Clueless world.
Rising, falling, as the ships at sea.
As dark as a cave underground.
As hopeful as the beauty of sunrise.
As wonderful as hearts of pure gold.
Life.
Endless sorrow and joy.
A cycle of love.