You are like a petite shell, laying in the soft sand of the ocean's depth. Immersed in the tranquility of dark abyss, waiting for the rising moon to tickle you with its beaming sheen.
You are like a whirling to the obscurity of motion leaf, yellowish on the sides from the upcoming time of great frosts. You float with the stream of gentle wind, ready to welcome the unknown fate as if it were your old acquaintance.
You are like a mountain hill near the fields of blooming flowers. You meet a new day, swimming in the haze of cloudy heads and watch how the sun gleams with all its might, giving the flowers beneath the wanted warmth.
You are a falling drop of water from the sky that dissolves in the the thickness of Earth. You disappear, letting yourself be one with the planet and saturate the soil of future youthful herbs.
You are like a newly born butterfly, which stilly opens its weak wings. It winnows, carefully shooting into the sky and tearing away to the nectared meadows.
Your eyes are closed and filled with placidity as you melt in the breathing routine of life.
-Serene-
