Life is a dark, dense forest
A formidable place we want to avoid
Still we tread on through it
Searching for bliss
Hoping for redemption.
Obstacles await us
Storm clouds loom overhead
It feels like chaos
Maybe it is
Maybe it is just our own voices pleading
The clouds sigh and release their burden.
The rain washes away regret
Lotus flowers bloom in the mud
Sun shines, birds sing, blue skies
We head home, renewed, refreshed
Humming a familiar tune.
Life is grand
Tomorrow we enter the forest again.
An endless cycle of loss and love
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