As I look out my window seal
Light peers through shattered glass
A tree stands with strength and power
Courageously knowing the future holds ash
The ground in its bounty of soil
Coinciding with blades of grass
The bird to sing those morning notes
Arise to the lights of the rising sun
Rocks holding the secret of everlasting serenity
Never lonesome
Never a shade of fear.
Natures way a rock to crumble
To become nothing but particles of sand
A tree may stand until age corrodes it to the ground
To sit and rot
To lay and decay
A bird may hum
But when those lungs no longer possess the capability to inhale
What is there to exhale?
We live this life with thanks
So thankful to be alive
Because what if otherwise?
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