Oh the seeds we sew,
upon the rows of grain
we weep, hydrating the
life we’ve lived.

Life’s a beach of many
possibilities, each piece
of sand is a possibility
waiting to be harvested.

Our experiences beat upon
the shores, colliding with
ideas and opportunities.

As we dream of higher pastures,
our future waits for us to wake.

Dream no longer, for the future
is ahead always moving forward
pushed by the ever expansion of
space.

We are the idea of what is possible.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton