On the Other Side
Imagine a beautiful vine
Climbing a high stone wall.
The vine finds a sunny space
and towards the light, gives its all.
After passing through the crevice,
Its bloom it seems to hide.
But in reality it's thriving
There on the other side.
And when I think of loved ones
Who have left this mortal plane,
I remember the vine on the stone wall
And know that they're the same.
[Tomorrow: Terribly Real]