And at the end, what?
what happens to the living when they die?
what happens to the tears when the eyes close?
Where do the stars go when we don't dream?
where the pain of memory goes?
What happens on the myriad greens of foliage
in sun and shadow?
On the deepness of the glade,
a gentle breeze wraps us with the quiet of power
by unifying our silences.