Author’s Note: A sunset got tangled in street cables above the lamps. Not a postcard-worthy view, but perhaps even more beautiful. What’s the point of faraway wonders before exploring your own backyard?
Amidst the warmth of a golden day, Reality alighted on my shoulders. Its big eyes pierced through mine, Penetrating the deepest cellar of my soul;
Time’s relentless run paused—for a beat. I sat on my paddleboard, Soft waves caressing it tenderly, like a lullaby. I drifted… Enveloped by a floating magic carpet of infinite blue…
I marveled at the sunlight’s delicate strokes, Feathering the crests of waves. All calm as it was blue; Infinite, linear, and placid.
In this evanescent flash, Time stretched for breaths, In slow, harmonic sways, While birds above Soared as freely as my thoughts.
I surrendered my worries, Opening the door to joy and gratitude, Their bold entrance filling my heart With peace and serenity.
I spread my fragile, ethereal wings And released my spirit to rise high, Beyond enchanted realms, Surpassing all earthly bliss. Just for a moment… For this is short-lived contentment.
In that ephemeral flight, the wind’s whisper Reminded me of reality awaiting my return.
Like a brief summer breeze, Life passes swiftly; Our precious time is fleeting — a spark in the shadow of eternity.
Soon, we’ll drown In the endless night of forever-darkness. Like a rock plummeting into the deepest canyon, We’ll become a hollow thud— A forgotten echo in numbed stillness. Every memory of us disintegrating, Into grains in dust scattered by the wind.
Our lives are like the rain falling from the sky, Sometimes gentle, like a whisper—an unnoticed sigh. A light rain on a warm day, no big deal, Just a kiss from the heavens—a bliss to feel.
A single drop on a leaf, a sweet graceful dance, It slides to the tip, then takes its chance. As it dives to the ground, the leaf bounces back, A tranquil scene—a peaceful act.
Yet when the rain pours, in torrents and sheets, The leaf takes the blows, withstanding the beats. It’s under attack from raindrop-heavy punches, Just like we face challenges in unpredictable bunches.
But the rain pounds harder when the storms rage, Life’s troubles cascade, taking over the whole stage. People like leaves, caught in the fray, Fighting like raindrops on a stormy day.
And then comes the hurricane, wild and free, Ripping apart the tallest tree! Life’s greatest storms, we cannot predict, They tear through our lives, leaving us kicked.
We cannot control the weather and the rain, Just like life’s joys and moments of pain. But we can stand firm, like the leaf on the tree, Bouncing back after each drop, strong and free.
Yet, rainbows emerge, vibrant and bright, Everyone points with pure delight. A promise of beauty after the rain, A reminder of joy after moments of pain.
For every storm that shakes the ground, There’s a magical rainbow waiting to be found. In the dance of the rain, in the calm and the strife, We find the essence, the beauty of life.
Wolverine Lily 