Ever Flowing~

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[center]Robins soar overhead, scanning the imminent venture.
Sunlight peeking through the elder wood.
Winter's claw loses grip.
Mother Nature rises from her rest.

Stones, sticks, and currents shape the river.
Yet, it's ever flowing.
The water knows its purpose,
Shifting, twisting, and grinding.
Knocking on its destiny, but falling short.
The Wind whispering life into the waters.
"I will guide you."
"Follow Me", says the Wind.

Striving begins to cease.
Serenity and order take root.
Bridges are crossed.

There is always a way

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Other poems, and written works are linked in my profile if you're interested. =]