As I passed the trees,
With the sun sinking behind them,
I began to fall from now to a time not long ago,
When the world was a bit larger,
And I was but a frightened novice with new-found independence.
It was a time of trial,
A time of hurt,
A time of uncertainty.
While life seemed grand and full of possibilities,
I was inching my way into this big void.
For the longest time I was figuring out what it mean to live,
What it meant to love,
And what it meant to have lost.
But Time always comes to the rescue,
To teach us the many things we need to learn,
To aide us into fulfillment and confidence of who and what we are.
Then the world is less scary, more inviting.
It becomes the seat of growth.
And Experience then calls for casual conversations here and there.
We became good friends.
And as my mind started to float back,
I was greeted by the waning, pale orange sky,
The same sky I used to gaze at then.
But now it fondly reminds me of this transient life,
And that You know what You’re doing.