the leaf in a stream
growing up
hanging out
in a no-man's land,
where tree's bark.
encouraging breeze's
whisper enough
to wake up the sun -
morning has come,
wiping away
trouble's and rain,
the dew still remains.
age hobble's along
frail in pace,
& when he falls -
all will drop,
a ton of bricks.
seasoned to perfection,
gliding, no destination
just a good will
unclothed & saturated
with hope.
on we sail,
wherever destiny takes us.
don't resist when you arrive,
jump on in,
the water is nice!
& go with the flow,
rain, sleet, or snow.
when the wind blows,
and the stream awaits;
jump on in,
the water is nice...
I am a leaf in a stream,
going with the flow.