We're made of trees
We borrow the atoms that we live in.
We don't own the air that we breath.
We're made of earth
The dirt that we came from,
And to which we will return.
In the end we'll all be eaten by worms
But the wormholes make the soil fertile for the ferns,
And mosses and flowers and trees.
And anything that can be found in between.
We're made of pain
Of perseverance, personal experience, and jumping out of planes.
Is it really worth
Living in this earth
If you don't even experience every part of it?
To live your life you have to find what's at the heart of it.
We shouldn't wish upon shooting stars,
because we're made of stardust,
So why not wish upon each other.
And make your wishes worth the trouble,
Because we're here one day,
And gone the other.
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Experiences in the darkness-Experiences with the Darkness
ПоэзияThis is a book of poetry about all the darkness in us and around us and how we experience it in different ways throughout our lives.
