In the cycles of life, in the development of what is, I am slowly learning that everything remains in constant motion. What I sow in the present is the same thing I reap in the present, which is tomorrow. The seeds that my hand spreads over the ground that my feet walk on will become trees and fruits for the rest that will come after. The fruits will give seeds, and the leafy trees will be the shade for the walkers to rest. The footsteps will grind the branches that will become fertilizer, to give life to everything that is life. The gifts will be, like boiling water, overflowing everywhere, they will be seen by the eyes that want to see.