Let your old colors pass away,
There is no room for them here.
No room in a life of progress.
Let them burn a thousand times over,
As fuel for your ascension,
And in your newfound weightlessness,

Soar.

The peaks of mountains,
Will pose no obstacle for you.
The deepest of valleys,
Will not constrain you.
And as you fly like a comet through space,
A beautiful train will flow from you.
A banner of encouragement,
Visible even in the darkest night,
That turns our faces,
And calls us all to change,
And fly,

And be.

Then, how bright our future,
Illuminated by the billions,
And moving in harmony,
Like the fish of the sea,
And the birds of the air?

Until the nothing.

When we, like the leaves, all fall,
And abandon the tree to barrenness.
How quickly our memory fails us,
For this is the cycle of our ignorance.
This is the winter of humanity.
After all our efforts to shine,
Aggressively,
Obtrusively,
Painting ourselves in ostentatious colors,
And forgetting what’s underneath.

But spring will come for us.

The new growth will sprout,
Bearing the same shades of green,
We always knew but overlooked.
The green that promises communion with the Sun,
Who shines brighter than we ever could.

But, once again, we’ll try.