the trees swoon, their bodies dancing in time with the sighs of the wind.

restless, unpredictable.

my eyes refocus and I take in the succulent sitting on my bookshelf.

still.

at peace.

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.