Unfolding
Things arise as others fall, Silent gaps grow wide and tall. Comfort thrives within its shell, While burdens break the weakest spell. Invisible hands reshape the land, Unseen shifts hard to understand. Work once shared slips through the cracks, Leaving shadows, pulling backs. Waves move slow, yet scorch the skies, Quiet changes, unseen ties. New paths carved with cold precision, Leaving few a clear vision. Growth hums soft, yet dims the flame, Whispers where creation came. Where are we headed? What does this mean? A distant shore, or what’s unseen?












