Episode 52

I'm not different, I'm recycled, a whisper soft and low, A gentle truth the wind will blow, wherever you may go. The leaves that fall, a golden shower, upon the autumn ground, Will feed the earth, and in their power, new life will soon be found.

The water clear, a flowing stream, that dances to the sea, Is born again, a starlit dream, for all eternity. The tiny seed, so small and deep, within the soil it lies, Awakens from its winter sleep, to reach for sunlit skies.

And so it is, with you and me, we're part of nature's art, A constant flow, eternally, within a beating heart. The laughter shared, the tears we've cried, the lessons we have learned, Are woven in, side by side, no moment is unearned.