Missing

As the wind grows and howls, the grass gracefully flows and tumbles, the ocean peacefully creates and destroys. As the leaves flourish and then stumble, the sun rises and then falls the moon brightens and darkens and the Earth…steadily keeps turning… As each line on everything and everyone is not equal nor identical to everything and anything that walks… I am a but a mere shadow lost between the lines of life and death, Between times of light and dark… I am just a line amongst the shadows admiring all the imperfections that create an imperfect world… perfectly…