You shift and turn and grow in phases.
You curl and crest, marking unmarked pages.
You rage and settle and settle and rage, reminding us, life is our stage.
You peak and pitch and crumble too, but you always manage to blossom out of the blue.
You spread your wings and you take the leaps.
You’re fully awake, even during sleeps.
You morph and morph and morph some more, expanding consciousness and heaven’s doors.