The wind casts a shadow, not the sun
As a tree falls unheard but still crashing,
The lightning it burns,
But gives life to the pines.

We remember things that don’t remember us,
Fragments but none the less baggage.
We are hurt by the tolls we pass,
But get where we need to in the end.

Something so lovely,
The sights bless our souls,
They cause not just happiness,
But great pain and anger.

We all know what we want,
But we spend ages looking,
Perhaps we never find it,
And perhaps it’s perched nearby.

We need not search ourselves,
We are only to be created,
It is not one construction that makes us,
But many time and time again.

Pain is a virtue,
It makes pleasure feel sweet,
Loneliness is a blessing,
It makes Love complete.