by Wang Ran
The sun descends, then rises anew,
Summer wanes, winter ensues.
People come and go.
The world appears static, Yet it
shifts and grows, as some hearts
touched, and some wounds
miraculously closed.
Babies are born, bringing us
beacons of hope and love, The smile
on their faces, a reminder of the joy
untouched within us.
Every moment is worthwhile,
despite the cycles, expected or
unforeseen waiting ahead.
We must head on, as if death lurks
in the shadows.
We glimpse lights illuminating our
path,
We witness rainbows after the
storm.
Suddenly, we feel much lighter
ascending into the sky.
Becoming an eagle who soars freely,
just occasional flaps,
with no worries, expected or
unexpected.
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