no ripple on glistening pond bucolic greenery greeted sweet mornings like apple muffins dusted with spice
pathways through rainforest's half-light hushed cathedral birdsong rang true retrieved to senses a lilting lullaby's melodic notes
then machinery of life's happenchance seared through undergrowth chainsaw's presence halted paradise lacerations on earth's lungs
reverberations hit tremors appear reach beyond borders coddled close as things find a new place to roost and grow
sometimes things change perhaps somewhat unexpectedly - a relationship experiences a different phase, needs are not being met the way they once were, someone close to us moves far away, a sweet friendship can suffer an unanticipated wound - whatever the loss, there can be regret and it can feel like much of value has been lost, yet at times it can lead to certain insights and more...