In the embrace of time’s relentless dance, all that I hold dear will fade, wither, and return to the earth. Every joy, every tender moment, every living thing born from my own flesh, will one day be consumed by the passage of time. The gardens and fields, the silent lilies that grace the woods, the ancient trees that stand as sentinels on the hills, and the very earth itself—all will eventually reclaim what they have given.

Let the world heap its sorrows upon me, envelop me in the shroud of darkness without stars, so that I may come to understand the frailty of my own light, borrowed from the eternal cycle of creation and dissolution. May I humbly surrender to the enigma of existence and find my place upon this earth like a steadfast tree in a vast field, moving toward what is to come without urgency or remorse.

My life, a graceful and deliberate descent into the embrace of the earth, a patient journey into the verdant tapestry of life. With each step, I yield to the natural rhythm of creation, finding solace in the knowledge that from the ashes of my passing, new beginnings will emerge. And so, I stand as a witness to the enduring mystery of life, rooted in the soil of the earth, and yielding to the eternal cycle of birth and rebirth.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer