Slowly the fire dies
The last flame, the last sparkle
It is all gone
Even the last laugh
No more gathering around the fire
No more wood to feed the fire
No reason to lit the fire
As all fires do,
It started, it spread and it slowly died
It all was
And that is ok
What remains are the ashes
Ready to be washed away
By the next rain
Feeding the land
Feeding the woods
Feeding next fires
Rien van Leeuwen, Nijmegen, 1 Juni 2011
Dit schreef ik tijdens de health certification training in Nijmegen.
