Notes from a friendly observer

Even as chaos erupts from below,

Even as hailstorms are formed from the snow,

Even as change disrupts his old flow,

It’s all just him finding something new to know.

And though the world’s covered in colors and grays,

And all the world’s evils can lead him astray,

He lets is all pass with this thing that he’ll say,

“If there’s a Will, there’s always a way.”

Day after day, alone on a hill,

He keeps himself busy, there’s no time to kill,

And even as messiness comes to still,

If one thing’s for sure, there’s always a Will.

— first comment- a warden, a secret keeper

second comment- duality in bloom