endurance elements

equal parts gratitude and regret
night is coming in like a dark storm
deeper into the mountains and stars we will
use the fire in our soul to carry on
roaming under the blanket of branches
allowed to be molded by the depth of silence
needles from pine trees fall in the breeze
collecting a walking stick and a few giant leaves
elms that almost have faces in the bark
ending the river walk by picking up a rock to keep
love is a forest that welcomes you in
eventually the air lightens a person up
maybe you see the magic if you know how to look
every leaf is a hand waiting to be read
nineteen months seems like forever now
taking time to appreciate the way life can be
sharks start to die if they sit still too long
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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