Life is but a delicate web,
spun with fine threads of faith,
coloured by our dreams,
textured by our fate.
Fragile butterfly wings,
are such ephemeral things,
in their innocent swing,
lies the destruction of a hurricane’s spin.
A grain of dust,
negligible, to say the least,
in the hands of time and tide,
is but the seed of a priceless pearl.
The west wind,
whispers the secrets,
of one generation to the next,
not one detail, will it forget.
The ocean
as old as time,
deep, endless, mysterious, wise,
is refuge to beautiful lives.
Sunsets and moonrises,
play tag across the sky,
The stars watch over us
as we play the parts, we’ve been assigned.
The Earth lives,
it breathes, it sings, it sighs,
Oh! If only we could
see though Heaven’s eyes.
Averil Nunes is a student who is currently researching truth, meaning, love, faith and beauty in the laboratory of life. Maybe one day she’ll figure it all out and write and illustrate a book about her experiments. She is also a writer, journalist and passionate cake decorator.