Falling water
Flowing by Trees that seem to reach the sky Insects flitter Passing voices Contemplating all life's choices. Mist is drifting Hands upreaching Parents bring their kids for teaching Mother Nature Ever forgiving Tends to bring near dead back living. Another world And here I sit Knowing this is where I fit As people passing Glance my way I smile at them; lovely day The paths we cross Futures unknown I'd rather grin and be alone Than worry now About tomorrow Free myself of stress and sorrow Knowing right Will still prevail And with this thought, I cannot fail.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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