Lifeblood
I must become a chameleon,
Adapt to my surroundings.
Survival is left to the flexible, the rigid break.
The wind, eternal and powerful, knows its limits,
But persistence favors her, as she bends today
To allow the temporary obstructions their day in the sun.
A long distance runner knowingly smiles
When life’s sprinters rush by,
As life is more than a brief measured race.
The wisdom of the years is generally lost to our young,
They strive to numb their senses, rushing to their agenda,
Their conclusions reached, equal the questions asked.
Firm in the ground, my roots support me.
Reaching for the sun, my limbs expose to the forces.
My trunk allows me to err, to heal, to bear the weight.
The natural cycles of life are but amusing entertainment.
They give life to laugh, cry, love, be lonely and sad.
The beauty of emotions are essential to life as blood. ©
I must become a chameleon,
Adapt to my surroundings.
Survival is left to the flexible, the rigid break.
The wind, eternal and powerful, knows its limits,
But persistence favors her, as she bends today
To allow the temporary obstructions their day in the sun.
A long distance runner knowingly smiles
When life’s sprinters rush by,
As life is more than a brief measured race.
The wisdom of the years is generally lost to our young,
They strive to numb their senses, rushing to their agenda,
Their conclusions reached, equal the questions asked.
Firm in the ground, my roots support me.
Reaching for the sun, my limbs expose to the forces.
My trunk allows me to err, to heal, to bear the weight.
The natural cycles of life are but amusing entertainment.
They give life to laugh, cry, love, be lonely and sad.
The beauty of emotions are essential to life as blood. ©
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