The bridge crumbles beneath my feet,

But it is not in me to accept defeat,

The cacophonous crack echoes throughout every street,

But these echoes seem like evanescent whispers to me,

For when souls stir in this diverse world,

These cracks are inevitable,

But in our relationships, are not irrevocable.

Harmony is the Komorebi,

That paints vibrant scenes of humanity.

Strife remains ephemeral,

But peace lasts forever,

For humanity will always travel towards golden endeavors.

The pieces of the crumbled bridge are mended,

And the fractures that once appeared horrendous,

With gold, are now gilded,

And the bridge repairs itself,

Just as humanity will always restore its innate harmonious unions,

Like broken pieces join together to create beauty,

In the art of Kintsugi.