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Jul 2021
A leaf glides…effortlessly to the forest floor
As if guided by some mystical force…
Akin to a wave “destined” for the shore
It bristles with certainty that it’s on the right course.
When it rains…pitchforks…the eagle doesn’t fret
Or “sweat it out”…it’s a prized chance to rise
Above the situation…quite literally, not necessarily to get
Sky’s attention, maybe just to affirm where its strength lies.
Millipede’s slow, adopt nature’s pace
Destination is in sight, rushing’s ******* into the wind.
Each step is monumental taken with poise and grace…
Pausing every so often to catch a breath and unwind.
As opposed to clutching at straws, being still is paramount
Rome wasn’t built in a day, all “subtleties” count.
Anderson M
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Anderson M
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