The rain welcomed me, as it was
I am to be this gray day.
Unending unraveling, seemingly,
corona's as the concrete, grey.
My roots always reaching
the rich brown Earth beneath,
strengthen my stride,
as walking through it am I.
To where or what I do not know,
for, discovery of life is stalking.
Yet, I'll be in the moment so,
if and when I can I will fly.
In each day I pray to be that I,
what, where, how, when,
who and sometimes why.
For, uplifting life isn't a task.
So, though the Sun's light is masked,
this night that's the virus' day won't last.
As it's direction, clear and bright,
does glean through the clouded
cover of covid's night.
Still, this walk that's walking me,
is what reality is to be.
And while these flaming embers glow,
I'll walk this path with life so ....
Yet, to you I do entreat,
if and when you two meet,
will you allow for the you to be,
and not recede from reality.
So, that to this day all that have gone,
leaving you this to carry on,
will have their potential realized as well,
let evolution be the bell.
(Fore soothed by All. Thanx to Orleans for the title lyric of their great song, quoted above as title)