Everything is beautiful, just like the day we sat
in the park by the lake, reading poetry to each other,
laughing at the innocent rhymes.
Everything is serene, just like the evening we danced
under the trees in my garden, kissing each other,
owning the world and its passions.
Everything is wonderful, just like in the movie we saw
ages ago in another world, holding each other
tight and hard, pledging to never let go.
Until we learn that everything, just like the tide,
is highly temporary at best, unfolding to us
the wonders of heart that remain.
Everything, in its own way, is perfect.