The Bottom Shelf Review

We are brought. We are brought beneath the surface. With a burst of a seed, we are born to the world, naked, and vulnerable. We grow, hidden.

We are brought. We are brought beneath the surface. With a burst of a egg, we are born to the world, naked, and vulnerable. We grow, hidden.

We are born. We are born as we break the surface, out of the dark and into the light.

We are born. We are born as we break the surface, out of the dark and into the light.

Our lives are made in seasons.

Our lives are made in decades.

We are young. We are young, small, frail. Again, we grow. Taller. Stronger. It is our Spring.

We are young. We are young, small, frail. Again, we grow. Taller. Stronger. It is our childhood.

We adore. We adore the heat of the sun, the cool of the shade, and the cleanse of each rainfall. We adore life. As we experience it, we adore it. We live.

We adore. We adore the heat of the sun, the cool of the shade, and the cleanse of each rainfall. We adore life. As we experience it, we adore it. We live.

We dance. We dance to the flashing lights and drums in the nights of summer. There is music and dancing. A thunderstorm. We continue to experience it. We live more. We adore more.

We dance. We dance to the flashing lights and drums in the nights of summer. There is music and dancing. A party. We continue to experience it. We live more. We adore more.

We sink. Suddenly it takes all we can just to keep our balance. To keep our flowers from sinking down amongst the lingering rain. Life has become too much. It is our April.

We sink. Suddenly it takes all we can just to keep our balance. To keep our heads from falling off amongst the lingering questions. Life has become too much. It is our adolescence.

We wait. We wait for her to come along. The one who can pluck us from this ground and take us into the air and let the breeze carry all of our wishes away. To be admired, adored, kept safe, and cherished. To be kept forever in the pages of her book. We plead for love.

We wait. We wait for him to come along. The one who can steal us from this place and take us into his arms and let love carry all of our wishes away. To be admired, adored, kept safe, and cherished. To be kept forever in the chambers of his heart. We plead for love.

We thrive. We thrive with tall stems and full flowers. We live, and we create life. We follow Mother Nature’s orders. We pay the bees the fruits of our labor. It is our Summer.

We thrive. We thrive with tall body and full mind. We live, and we create life. We follow God’s orders. We pay the government the fruits of our labor. It is our adulthood.

Our work is done. We let our seeds go. It is our Autumn.

Our work is done. We let our children go. It is our decline.

We dwindle. We become weak, our stems begin to droop. Our leaves wrinkle. Our flowers lose their brightness. It is our Winter. It is our death. It is the end.

We dwindle. We become weak, our backs begin to droop. Our skin wrinkles. Our eyes lose their brightness. It is our aging. It is our death. It is the end.

Beneath the ground we retreat. We decay.

Beneath the ground we retreat. We decay.