A song lasts forever once it is held as a secret found, when it tells you, βseek me not when you wish to find me, you will adrift to me unknowingly, whether in leaves as pages, stars as eyes, flowers as hearts, floating petals as the loverβs touch, the words we share as the moon drifting waves, I seek to be the one that touches you, as the stars in their tides, the soft as the lavender dancing, the wind carrying the aroma through your hair, nature allows you to see the light silently glowing in others, the steps of people are as the fields soaring under a zephyr, your hands reach for the skies, I return to you, as your origin, the fragile and deep bud waiting to be opened as the others, whom, as you, await the sunlight awakening, seeker of truth, look no farther than the bird upon your palm, singing a prayer of home you will create wherever you may roam in the fields of flowers and beyond, to the eternity of you and I.