Whether the weather
is manmade marmalade
or ethereal sundae
the Moon moans once a month
and the trees fall in the forest
with or without us
.
the splinter of our presence
the shards
of our shared moments
shall be swept
by the wind of transience.
We go through our personal struggles for everybody.
We endure our pains for the sake of everybody.
All the suffering and pain that we bear witness to and endure translates into a healing for the whole.