Essence is a divine thing. It cannot be controlled. It is life
itself and it steals a child's teary cries as it lays silenced in
joyous awe. The beaten flowers of the windy valleys are renewed
and they open their souls to it as sky's tears disappear in the
sun's smile which the clouds shade because its extremity
is far too overwhelming for us. Air carries essence like a brand
new mother carries her joy. Protecting trees bound with their
excitement in this new life. When somewhere the worth of a library
burns, a new foundation is created and upon it knowledge and
divine essence is lain.
