Darkness may hold a secret gleam,
With shades of black, like a dream;
Silence may hold a secret tune,
With words unheard, yet in tune.
Endings may hold a secret flame,
Like embers that still contain heat;
Death may hold a secret scent,
Like flowers fallen at our feet.
Agonizing life may hold purpose,
Like chrysalis that hold a butterfly;
Through pain and struggle, we may find,
Our wings to soar and reach the sky.
For all around us, secrets wait,
In darkness, silence, and our fate;
May we seek them out with wonder,
And find the magic that lies under.