We think we’re eternal
But like an inferno
We all burn and fall
to the ground
Then rise from the ashes,
like wildflower flashes
of beauty, of color,
and sound
This life is a dream
seen through a sun beam
of light from our
own falling star
Shine bright as you travel
with joy to unravel
the substance of life
that you are ~
Lions Mane 
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