Flourish

It is through this flourishing spirit that I catch the hands of the afterlife moving effervescently towards a sense of Serenity.

I am guided by the Red Rocks and the Grand Canyon ever more to tell a stor'y that reaches the nature of Divinity.

Collapsing inwards, bitter hands tell a tale that carries with it the wind of change.

Such is this that I am never the same-

And with it everlasting I can breathe again.