All shall pass
The morning tiptoed within the morning’s hush.
No dew with its tears nor spring which have been wiped away and
the nature babies will cry of hunger and soon will start.
The morning will be lit with business.
And the peacefulness will have chanted its cloak.
The paths of life winds into the unknown awakened by scrutiny.
And the letter of life self-stamps itself to be returned to you.
Whispers of life ruminate in the fold of the winds.
Returning a message of hope and love throughout the years.
A paper origami dove unfolded to see the crease of folded
An olive branch to give – an olive branch to share.
Messages flung with an arrow on fire creates and incendiary of
the heart which the moon can longer seduce.
And this too shall pass.