Just like the tides,
Ebb and flow,
High and low,
Stormy and calm,
Through life we whined,
Flowing in and out.
Just like the skies,
Headwinds, high and below,
Culminate and billow,
Throwing the palm.
In the dark some pined,
Spinning a waterspout.
The light suddenly signs!
A scarf in wind a blow,
Clouds become slow.
Soothing, as balm.
Live in light entwined,
Growing new palms sprout.
Isn't new life always exciting to watch grow? Thanks for dropping by I hadn't seen you in awhile. Hope all is well. Have a great day.
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