Life is but a shoreline.
It is shaped by the beating of the rocks and winds, and the relentless waves that crash and crash upon it. Yet, behind it the land, marked by its deep valleys and mountain peaks. Their magnificent glory.
And before it the ocean, and all its mysterious beauty.
Life is but a shooting star.
Burning and lighting up the midnight sky, as it swiftly passes through the night. Captivating every eye and soul that catches its glimpse.
Life is but a rose.
Blooming forth vibrant color and delight.
Rooted so preciously in the ground, that when its last pedal falls, the very earth mourns.
Life is but a songbird.
Her melody is of both joy and melancholy.
Her tune is intricate, and yet simultaneously oh so simple.
Life is but a vapor.
Like a soothing mist, a refreshing steam, or a rising fog gently hovering over the moonlit river. Just as beautifully and quickly as it comes, it fades, it goes.
Life is but a super nova explosion.
Bursting forth with energy, mystery, and tragedy.
Illuminating the very universe, just before it says goodbye.
In Memory of cousin Kaylesha, for blessing the world with your brief, yet beautiful and magnificent life.
Age 33. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Dreamer