Everything in nature is meant to settle
Be it the seasons or the moon and the sun
All that begins finds its own end
Be it insects, birds, animals or mortal beings like us
Every issue in mind or with others in our life
Dies down as days turn into months and years
Though a lot seems to be going on in and around
A definite closure awaits all, lying somewhere at some point
Yes there is no time frame till we are there and that’s
the beauty
After all that is the way The Universe works
Every element even as insignificant as dust HAS TO SETTLE…….