In amber dawns and indigo depths,
Life pushes forward with quiet might.
Each heartbreak merely marks beginning.
Each joy becomes memory in time.
The rivers carve through stubborn stone.
The saplings grow through concrete cracks.
We fall, we weep, we rise.
The earth still turns regardless still.
Our sorrows crash like violent storms
Yet always clouds disperse to light.
The universe knows only motion
And stagnant pools invite decay.
Through deaths and births and wounds,
The great wheel continues turning ever.
Time\'s tide recedes then floods again.
Life simply flows - it just goes on.