I tell you a story, I sometimes walk on the dreamlike path,
looking for the answers I couldn’t find in my routine life.
The questions like
Who and what are we? What vast universe we belong to?
I don’t imagine the exact answers I can find to my own questions.
I am Not eager to know what I am or what I am here to do
What fascinates me more has to do with the people I love
The once who were here and now they are gone,
where have they gone my mind keeps asking
The one who is here they are living, breathing, growing,
I struggle to imagine why they are here and what brought them here
But the once who are gone do they come back?

It’s a puzzle that has no perfect answer
whatever we know about ourselves may have no baring about what the universe knows.
Today's poem is Late winter Night, The poem seems to share about the incident,
that changed their life a father and son they fighting for life.