Small pieces of paper

falling down from the heavens

each with its own fate written upon it

going in their different directions

when one gets lost in the way

course changed by the wind.

entering into unknown lands

not knowing the dangers it may face

being so new and whole.



After the rain, mud and storms it passes through

the ink on its surface seems a bit washed out

the edges ripped in places

holes punctured through

even a bit crumpled as a whole

but still able to soar through the skies

trying to find its way back



Until one unfortunate day

it lives through a shattering earthquake that leaves it in shreds

barely put back together by tape and glue

it keeps going on its way

but never again

will it be able to fly as high

race as fast

as it could before



Time is not good to a loosely held together page

the thin glue starts to crack

and the tape isn’t as sticky

it knows its fate

soon there will no longer be anything holding its pieces together

and does come the day

that it has scattered on a dusty floor

settling to adapt to its new home

with a view from below



Not long passes however

until the pieces start to rise

and it no longer depends on anything to keep it together

nothing seems to be holding it up

nothing but a force

a force that not only puts the pieces back together

but rearranges them in a better order than before

a page that can never again be torn, ripped or crumpled

an energy stronger than anything before

an invisible shield that surrounds it always

a love that is so pure

a source of support that is so sure

the only dependence that has never failed

the only light that has guided it out of every dark room

a sun that doesn’t hide even in the rainiest of days

but gives light to the words on the page

the destiny that faded by the years

but is now seen clearer than ever before.