Fugitive Traces

My Eden is placeless, it’s just a trace. Do you ever pay tribute to the first plant? The first breath inhaled by any animal, the first cells that joined and did not divide to reproduce? We never wonder at the wonder of the world, anymore. The universe is one. Everything and everyone is interconnected through an invisible web. Whether we hear it or not, we are all in a silent conversation. But, as these webs are cut down, a dark silence slowly descends on us.