[SE] and so much more

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Death was a difficult subject, and part of her wanted to object and say all the lovely, wonderful things lingering in Mort’s realm – but portions of her also understood the heavy and traumatic weight of it all. Sera was in a much better place, but had suffered to get there in a long, laborious, and painful facet, and one could argue that she’d still want to be with her family.

Nature was hers because it gave her some happiness, some hope, some aspects in the change and alteration of the world. There were cycles and seasons and growth and loss – far easier for her to parse through than some other portions of the world.

But his notions left her smiling, and she nodded along, the understanding and comprehension dawning. “We all have our own experiences to go along with these teachings. And if yours pulls you in the direction of life, no need to fight it.” She grinned again, calm and composed, unbothered by any long-winded stances. She could wax poetical on animals all day, and no one ever seemed inclined to stop her. “I think we must understand that the gods have hopes, dreams, and personalities too.”

Unaware of his other thoughts, she resumed humming, taking a red pencil and dashing a few lines across the page, and then filling it in with the more vivid hues.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all