I Live, Adopting Tragedy, Watching, Guiding Home

I live by the rivers of truth,  like seasons,
each river flows with various paths and feelings.
I can never accept the tragedy unfolding,
it never settles well for many reasons.

Like a tree, stretching out for the love of light.
Each branch twisted, straight, curled or broken.
Judgement comes, like a bitter wind,
cold and stinging, like an emotional token.

I live by a code like a rose, beautiful with thorns.
Guarded, radiant, blooming with each insight.
Vulnerable to the full light the truth shines.
Bleeding thorns to make things right.

I live to love like an eagle that flies.
Each wind takes me higher, further and lighter.
Healing from flight, freedom to breathe.
Living to remember,  be humble and a fighter.

Like the stars in the night sky.
Each twinkle, I pray lifts your wishes high.
My heart was in the right place, even tragic as it falls.
My continued prayers go into the sky.

Like a fire-fly, blinking, disappearing, reappearing.
Each light streak guides them if they follow.
And theres a million more like me.
Shining, blinking, praying for tomorrow.
A better day to come.