the trees swoon, their bodies dancing in time with the sighs of the wind.
my eyes refocus and I take in the succulent sitting on my bookshelf.
against the backdrop
of dancing trees, its sage eye-shaped pulps nestle into the embrace of the quiet.
this is life:
the swirling chaotic and unpredictable perpetual dance against the quiet and immovable selah.
may we be brave enough to partake in both.