Every thing drifts

Planets
Water
Sand
Souls
Air
Nothing charts its own course
Everything ends it where it will…

Ending up on a distant shore alone
Alone
There is a certain beauty in that

The broken shell in the sand
It asks not to be noticed, no one cares
The shell returns to the sand
This too is beautiful

A certain leaf falls to the forest floor
No one hears it, sees it, there are a million others
It returns to the soil unknown
Beautiful

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