I float
like a dry leaf
carried by the evening storm
From the wounded earth
I am swept
by a soft breath
at the edge of time
In the midst of doubt
I stand still
gazing at the starless sky
without direction, without purpose
Should I fall
into ignorance
or fly high
though my wings are fragile
This is only an illusion
like morning dew
that comes and goes
Yet within it
lies hope
fragile as it is
and I keep singing
