The tree sways when no one's there and the leaf falls and dissolves.
The baby cries when she's hungry
And the woman is calm when she's unhappy
As the girl plays with a friend who has long passed away.
The morning is bathed in darkness
And the night shines bright with light
While the moon and sun share the same sky.
The cold wind burns the skin
And tomorrow's warmth heals and soothes
The cactus grows in the desert absorbing water from the air.
Some things just are
And are meant to be
While we accept them as so and reflect upon their crux.