I Write
Day after day passes,
one turbulent,
another quiet..
Everything else just seems to be happening..
Turbulent and quiet days,
thoughts and emotions..
Wave after wave,
but does the ocean ever get tired of waves?
Does a bird ever get tired of flying?
Does a flower ever get tired of blooming?
Why then do we become tired of doing things?
Can we not just Be like Nature?
one turbulent,
another quiet..
Everything else just seems to be happening..
Turbulent and quiet days,
thoughts and emotions..
Wave after wave,
but does the ocean ever get tired of waves?
Does a bird ever get tired of flying?
Does a flower ever get tired of blooming?
Why then do we become tired of doing things?
Can we not just Be like Nature?