The birds harmonize with the rustle of leaves,
The rush of the current splashes the boulder.
Butterflies dance in the breeze,
The sun peeks through the trees to say hello.

I stand alone.
I am nothing without feeling empty.
It is when I am alone when I feel most accompanied by those around me.

Weird.

My neighbor rejoices, standing satisfied,
Like a spider after constructing its web.

The birds still harmonize,
The current still splashes,
The butterflies still dance,
The sun still says hello.

It goes on.

At least, it must.