Waves upon waves and I am swimming in the ocean, still surviving. Layers upon layers and I am buried in the clay, still breathing. Pressure upon pressure and I am in the air, still flying. I am in motion of my own existence. I am smiling, crying, laughing while still moving and striving.
Melody of life continues while instrument of heart is playing its favorite song. Pain affects while wounds are healing as well. Sun disappears and Moon is shining. Fire is hot and it is still raining. Tsunami has reached the land and I am still on the shore, arms open, enjoying the sunshine.
Love must survive even though body is perishing. Friendship with peace must go on while chaos causes drowsiness. Handsome, ugly, sick, and friendly faces must be allowed to laugh while ideas witness awakening.
Candle must burn while darkness surrounds all around. Moon must pour its silver light while face is still burning. Moth must emerge while lantern is dimming. Light has its own ways, darkness its own, and both must be enjoyed.
Magma must reach the earth, lava must turn into rock, mountains must balance the earth while rivers must rush from summits to oceans. Though I am standing and wondering on nature for its close proximity with my life, I am in motion of my own existence. I am smiling, crying, laughing while still moving and striving.