womb of the world

The human condition

Strides with a flower

The center of our conscious

Wrapped in the perfection

Of an everlasting cycle

For the meaning of life

And the grace of death

The purpose of our existence

To fill the weight of a hollow void

To reach out to the stars

As we hold our hearts within

And balance the universe

Perfection in the end

As innocence is rebirthed

Never wilting in the dawn

Of a new beginning