As gravity’s hand cling
to our bodies and pull us down,
we straighten our backs and push upwards;
just as the rain falls
and the lightning crashes,
the flowers and the trees
push upwards everyday
unbowed and unbroken.
Even stars streak downwards,
cutting a bright light across the night sky
Not even the celestial bodies
are exempt from this falling motion.
Tears and blood flow downwards
as does perspiration and the cold;
while our breath, our hopes and dreams
Our voices are carried by the wind
like a kite kept near only by a string.
Up and down,
rise and fall,
it is the nature of this existence.
Bobbing up and down
in a sea of moments
every once in a while sinking into the depths
and, in instance, bask
in the glorious warmth of the sun
surrounded by the crystalline spray
of the waters of living.