Dream Life

                                             You may not believe in magic, But don't you think it strange, The amount of matter in our universe, Has never slightly changed, That all which makes your body, Was once part of something more, And every breath you ever breathe, Has seen it all before, There are countless scores of beauty, In all the things that you despise, It could once have been a shooting star, That now makes up your thighs, And atoms of forgotten life, Who've long since ceased to roam, May now have the great honour, To call your crokked smile their home, You may not believe in magic, But I thought that you should know, The makings of your heart were born, Fourteen billion years ago, So next time you feel lonely, When this world makes you feel small, Just remember that it's part of you, And you're part of it all.

                                          You may not understand why is top to watch the leaves fall, for there's another world and it beckons me with its call. for years it has been knocking, calling only certain souls- it's the whisper through the trees and the quiet breeze that rolls. it's searching our humanity for the wild and restless brains, for those that see greater beauty but also see greater pain. i am yet to meet anyone who knows this world as well but the journey of the leaves have a lot of stories to tell. they spread hope from the people who entered this world to roam but they liked it so much  that they now call it their home.