farewell...

Farewell for now, my sister. The road before you is yours alone to walk, yet your conscience will travel beside you, the truest companion you will ever know. What has passed is no longer behind you; it has become part of the future you carry, bearing witness to the shape of your soul. So be careful with the love you give. Offer it with grace, but do not let it fall upon barren ground. Lately, the wind has been crying through the whispering grass, reminding us that our way of life turns upon the uncertain wheels of chance. I still believe in something ancient, in a path remembered from long ago, in the sounds that once lifted our light. And now we are changing. Yes, we are choosing different roads, moving away from what we knew. Tell me more about the forest you once called home. Tell me of the leaves, of the earth, of the place that knew your name before the world changed. For the wind still cries through the trees, and the sun itself may turn to waste beneath the heavens we have built above us. Father, teach your children to treat our mother well. If we return to her the diamonds we have taken, perhaps she will offer us her pearl. We must sing again the song of her creation, children of the world, and call upon the spirits that sustain us. Yet this dreaming has gone on too long. Still, I am not bitter. I am surviving. I stand to face the world, to raise what comes after us. So tell me, please, tell me about the world you left behind. Can you tell me?