We lose bits of our life through carelessness
And pieces we coveted, we simply give away.
Perspectives of age, time, distance change us.
What we thought lost, we decide we donated.
Realized another needed the color of the wind
Or feel passion in burning hearts of fiery stars.
Did an apple teach us the taste of truth, of the
Glory in promises, cooperation, compromise?
Would we share the scent of wisdom in a rose,
As refracted by the sound of dragonfly wings?
Could I believe in the existence of angels other
Than the splendor of crisp day and starry night?
I am certain someone older and wiser shared a
Thought, treasure they lived half a life to gain.
Must I have heard the soul of hope to know all
The mysteries are no more than the sum of us?