Many events reshape the way we live:
Nations at war, their fury unleashed,
A sudden attack that silences the innocent,
Markets sinking like ships in a storm,
Gold ascending like a bird in swift flight,
A leader struck down, a life cut short,
A wedding’s joy, a divorce’s sorrow—
Yet do these alter the eternal dance?
The sun still rises in the east,
And sinks in fire beyond the western hills.
The sea still clasps the patient shore,
Its breath filling the sails of wandering ships.
Stars still scatter their silver sparks,
A shooting star still streaks across the night.
The ocean still hurls its waves in rage,
The mountain still breaks open in flame.
Whatever storms we summon on earth,
These rhythms endure, untouched by our hands.
So turn your will to what can be shaped—
Let kindness be the tide you command,
And make this world a gentler place to dwell.
