a little gift

a little gift

We find it, all wrapped up

Tightly sealed

A gift, a present, waiting to be discovered - waiting to be understood

Tossing aside the wrapping paper, eagerly

We look for what is inside.

And then, we see it

The words, the lines on the creamy white paper, their very own art.

A masterpiece with a story to tell

So, we read the tale. We think. We listen.

And then we repeat. Over and over again

We go along for the journey.

The ups and downs, the good and bad, we savor it all in

The whole journey

We feel the dark, the pain, the loss

But also the joy, the delight, the triumph

We see the colors changing, the Seasons fading away, the light turning to dark, the stars shining in the night sky.

And we know we have seen

The Secrets of the Universe

Our eyes linger on the last word

Those letters so perfect, so beautiful

Our hearts, our souls, overflow, for the journey will never be over.

Carefully, gently, we wrap it back up

We tie it with a little pink bow

Our gift, our present

A most prized possession

A treasure we will hold onto, forever. 

Now, turn the page and open your eyes to where this journey will take you. 

-Natalie Violet