In all things and all joy,

I stand in the middle of it,

Deadly and swift, It brings one to the edge,

A reminder of the warnings,

This beginning mirrors birthing,

This newness that brings me to the start,

High above it towers over all,

A lonely feature that stands as a standard,

Take the time and do one task,

A simple move to change your life,

Like grains spread throughout the trough,

As 8 billion souls clamour to exist,

Words seem to end today,

As I wonder if writing is my path,

I am free but inside the web,

So high I feel I can fly,

A beautiful morning,

I know I can wait for life,