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I woke up this morning to the chirping of birds,

looked out the window and saw snowy clouds falling over the mountains.

Springtime flowers poke through the soil and brighten the sidewalk,

grass begins to stud the brown patches.

In moments like these,

I’m reminded that the world keeps turning.

All of man’s issues and troubles,

pale before eternity.

Our mortality holds us captive–

and holds us tighter than we’d like to admit.

Amongst sunshine and tides, rainstorms and comets–

it’s true we don’t own this world.

And our personal or collective issues rarely effect it…

But we are a part of it.

A thread in the tapestry,

a connecting peice in the never-ending wheel,

a portion

of a greater whole.