I am as a leaf in the river flowing down tributaries dew drops are my sweat and tears winds billow and brush against me while waters swirl beneath
whether I was in turbulence or dancing wild was my choice
I see it only now
as I traverse the waters I meet many others each with their own paths own pasts own histories own stories
was it me who crossed their paths or them mine? who amongst leaves, you and I could judge, or would say, βthat is a life well-livedβ when we are ceaselessly ushered current upon currents