Sweetness lives with
many bitter moments
Soft petals welt
ravishing this sense
When the moment is right
the end plants the seed
where the ground is
ready to decompose
the lessons of growth

Now,
belonging
to the bugs
and Earth
the recycling of birth
recreates our finest memories
and leaves it in the wind
Where dust of our past
will soon be forgotten
Leaving no physical trial
of our belonging