That's life! It breaks you down to tiny molecules. Burns tiny bits of you to ashes. To an extent, parts of you are lost or whisked away by the wind. Only so that some day, in a different season... When the sea is calmer, the clouds have cleared and the flowers begin to bloom, that is when you rise from the ashes. You rise from the ashes with not just limbs but wings that let you soar high into that sky.
Beyond weather, beyond needs.
Above the clouds and the sea.
So high that you can't hear the sounds any more. All you hear then is the tranquillity of space and heaven. You see the infinity of the sky and realise that heaven is nothing but perfection.
