A blooming fairytale unfolds-or folds unto itself
Origami in nature
the lines of this new creation
-permanently creased into the canvas-
Cannot be forgotten or erased
This story must be faced with the courage
Of 49 heartbeats
Joined together in a never-ending puzzle
It must be understood with the knowledge
That each fold brings change
And each change is beautiful
And full of possibility
This story takes no form-for now-
Nobody knows how, or when,
It will end
As all stories have an ending
This possible swan has many more turns
And lines, and times before it shows itself
Until then, as the tale is told
Take comfort that the hands that hold its path
Also hold onto you
And you can step back with trusting eyes
To watch these hands in front of you
Fold into a future where they belong
With smaller hands guiding them along this new fairy tale of their own
Waiting to see if there’s a way for you to fold along with them.
Sunrise Thoughts 