Of great expectations,
Of coarse down fall,
A making as delicate as rose petals,
Unique as snow flakes.
Entwined, but never touching.
Beautiful, and wretched.
Desolate, and crowded.
Unrefined, and elegant.
Always going forward,
Without destination.
Harsh in our elements,
Yet soft in our nature.
How can you sum up
A thing as treacherous,
As beautiful,
As sad,
As vast.