I read somewhere,
there is nothing new under the sun,
and in contemplating that idiom,
I realized how so true!

Who of us knew of such deep-wisdom?
Us forever searching, endlessly re-creating the wheel
on loves now lost, those long walks in forests green we did take,
waiting for a breath of sunlight to break the canopy.
O bygone days, when we scurried unknowingly
as if we, we the intruders, were the first on Earth to cry?

So let us depart my dear friends,
my dear lovers.
Let us, the keepers of rhythmic-words,
continue on, to scurry to and fro,
let us love, let us kiss,
let us feel another scourge of a broken heart.
For in doing so, we will discover again,
we will feel the humanness
of nature’s flow,
so true!