Never understood the depressing of the progressing of life.
As skies open wide, so do my eyes, with the tranquil ease of dimly lit scenery.
Calmly, the earth drinks in its ocean cocktail, quenching the thirst of its dried body,
Soaking in the cold liquid from above.
Many look at this process as daunting, cumbersome, even without joy.
But the earth is as us,
Relaxation from a cotton-mouthed afternoon.
Condensation is its lover.
And from the two all are born.
Just as I sip my cold brew on an evening adventure,
The earth sips its downpour, so freely drafted from the tap nature,
Ready to slumber after, and later to wake to more labor.
For that I’ll have another.
For that I’ll buy a round.
Original X: Bach