Every life exists
To live and multiply.
Every note exists
To compose marvelous melodies.
Imagination exists
To see the worlds that cannot be seen.
Emotions exist
To express in languages that cannot be spoken.
Death, too, exists
To let the living taste the pain of losing.
All things exist for a reason
To make every mother’s son as they’re now.
So fret not, folks
For no one is an exception
To the wonders and woes of this world
Set in motion by the biggest yet gentlest hand of all.

Empty letter box.
Evening is filled with bird songs;
The time to take wing!