written in happier times

[ogimyto]

I want to say the most
with the least words.

All temporary things – all things –
Must live and die. Even the mountains are born of earth
and even the mountains will crumble.
The seas will shrivel and dry, or else
flood the land.
Nature fights to be eternally reborn.
I’ve seen it with my own eyes. It happens with each passing
breath. Like everything, love dies.
Love grows.