We laugh and laugh through the precipice of life.
If there are holes,we scatter.
We float and flatter.
We die in the depths,immerse in the sorrows,
shake in fear and bloom again.
What never changes is the destination.
What never heals is the hurt.
We are free like the bird,but sometimes we need to alter our flight.
Hope is unique and having strength to believe makes all the difference.
We should fall like the cascade,float like air,
twist and twirl in the melodies of life.
Sometimes all we have to do is breathe in the fragrance,get moist in the rain and revel in the joy.
And all we must do is learn and learn.