All of life is movement, from the currents in our hearts,
to the arties we drive in our cars.
From the systems of stars that jewel our eyes,
To the relation of the tides that sweeps of over waves of grass,
Responding to the gravity of the planets aligned
From the spirits that come alive in the autumn of our lives and life itself,
To the fall of innocence in the springtime of our youth.
All life is movement, do we dance the stream or do we march to the beat of our own drum?