To Carry You OnFootprints in the sand,To Carry You On
are not of you my good friend,
you are carried through.
Your Butterfly NetA very prettyYour Butterfly Net
butterfly flys straight by you,
you wish to chase it.
But you choose not to,
because you know it's hopeless,
but you continue to wait.
Because you know well,
there will be another one,
that you catch with ease.
Autumn ArrivesThe crisp autumn air,Autumn Arrives
brings to me a nice cool breeze,
as the best hello.
A Destiny not AbandonedSome prowling wolf cubsA Destiny not Abandoned
scanning their territory,
see a flying moth.
Bounding towards it,
they see the moth's wings.
the wings were tattered.
This was a big sign,
that the moth had seen struggle.
Did the cubs really care?
Struggling to get free,
from the sharp fangy grasping,
it was torn once more.
But the moth tried hard,
and got free, and flew away,
to the tallest tree.
There it rested long,
the moth y
Strength of CreationA flower bursts forth from the bud in a fight for light and life as old as the ages unremembered even in the minds of the bards that sing of Kings and Queens, lovers and feuders, men and women, God and man. The petals reach for life, striving as sparkling drops of dew fall from the struggle; twisting and bending the light to shine like stars in the early morning's triumphant dawn. Finally, like a cool drink in the midst of the heat, light seals the flower, spreading, illuminating, filling that need for light that exceeds the bounds of strength the world can contain, breaking the fortress that has protected this rose for so long. The morning'sStrength of Creation
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