Deaths presence is like the night,
Swallowing all our pain.
Sometimes disaster strikes, it's true,
Yet we cannot help but feel delight
In the very rays of the sun.
Each day brings new fragrances of cherry blossoms.
Crops come and go with the seasons.
Constellations appear and reappear with each revolution.
Seeds replenish the earth.
Among the ruins, the devastation, something grows.
Something we can all see.
Something we can all feel.
And this something gives us reason to carry on.
To carry on.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes again.
Wider maybe.
We will cultivate love, kindness rules the day.
We will dance, sing and embrace,
Choose words wisely, show reverence,
Nurture with a quiet presence.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes again.
Maybe even wider.
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