“Find Me”

Under the high blue sky is where you'll find me, not the kite swinging madly, but the fool holding it, smiling.

Atop the green grass is where you'll find me waiting, not the bending tree, but the roots holding steady.

At the river's end is where you'll find me singing, not to the ripping current, but to the calmness of the sea.

-Aldiyktatur