The little spider
makes
her way
over the fallen twig
as I
seek my path,
making my way
over
the fallen tree,
as
we all make our way
through
a cosmos
of
flying debris.
Each on our own journey,
we fall, we get stuck,
we
learn, we grow stronger,
we
pick ourselves up.
On
this planet we share,
we’ve come so far.
Each on our own path,
yet together we are.
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