Some things are meant to fall
they grow, prosper and wither,
they change their colours
and their bond is broken
Through the sky they float,
and then they reach the ground.
Maybe they are meant to be broken
to be torn apart and be fragmented into dust.
Or perhaps they are destined
To discover the earth, soil and the grass,
To toil amongst the pathways
And fall in the midst of puddles.
Each and every particle
Dismantled, lost and forgotten.
Photography- Debbie Debono © ❤ https://www.instagram.com/debonodebbie/