I was thinking of the rainbow children added
to the old earth when the moon shines on them
somewhere under the citrus tree, singing of joy.
They sing in a way similar to the old earth,
when with a broken identity they chose to celebrate
the privilege of witnessing the fulfillment of prophecies.
Watching them teaches me the art of forgetfulness.
How not holding unto the past is a blessing.
And I learnt a new thing: sometimes, we are all it takes
for what was written to be fulfilled.
How beautiful!