Lost Pages
There is a story in everything.
Written in different forms.
Etched within the bark of a tree.
Imprinted in the land.
Scattered about the sky.
These are the lost pages of a book.
A book that is written yet unwritten.
Whether the story is finished or not is irrelevant.
A single and grand story born from a multitude of others.
Stories that are personal; recorded in one's heart.
Stories that are global; a common bond that ties us all.
Yet even greater than this.
These stories are universal,
for everyhing began,
the middle is being lived,
and the ending is not written.
This poem is about:
Our world