Letting Go

What we hold will lose sheen

There’s nothing evergreen

In time’s vast forest

There isn’t anything promised

From fresh seeds to old trees

There’s a fight to remain at ease

The sky promises parity

Whether it’s clarity or prosperity

We’re entrusted with simple living

Empty hands show we’re willing

They aren’t meant for clinging

They’re made for giving

By letting go we’re promoted

To ranks of the truly devoted

Their hearts always shine

Separated by barely a hairline