Frailty of man, strength of love
Intermittent Reflections of trees basking in the summer sun and of the vast blue sky sun run thru the window. You, the Master of a four legged beast, roaring at times, silent at others, swaying to your slightest touch. The smell of fresh coconut oil struggling with feminine freshness lying lifeless, yet full of life, on your shoulder. A road, as smooth as the hand clutching you, and as empty as your worries, yet full….so full of hope
But One day the beast will spit fire and roar its last, at the edge of life and life will give way…the trees would fall as the sky is conquered by the dark clouds. The once smooth road would wither away, as a new civilization realizes their dreams. The face grows old, the hands, loose the strength in their clutches.
But the love remains.
