“Is that you? It’s very typical of him” she replied. “I don’t know. Do I qualify his traits?” I asked while laughing at myself. The way you manifested within me poses a perplexing continuation of eternal existence. You are akin to a night train relentlessly coursing through rain-soaked woods that seem to have no end. However, you reemerge, much like a desert train traversing the vast expanse of a magnificent desert. Wind lulls the leaves and there she sleeps under the giant oak. Ruth, buried under the yellow bed of leaves, a sparrow still sings the swan song for you.
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”