LIFE FORCE
  
 Tis the soil that needs to be turned....
 And the field must rest....
 To have a harvest...
 Abundantly flowing with lushness..
 The universe.... revolves and thus life evolves...
  
 To stand still...
 Reflect and ponder...
 Hide , seek.......  muse and hence speak...
 Nib... parchment..
 Dribs , drabs...
  
 Song drifts in the wisp of air...
 The drum..... pangs with sorrow
 The soul only borrowed....
 Memoirs stored within the silo...
 Held deep.. within the inner "cor"
  
 The light  embraces the essence;
 Like a dance of romance
 Connecting... Day and night
 Awakening from slumber sleep...
  
 Arid, dry.....
 Tumbled , polished.....
 Gems or pebbles
 Trodden upon with force...
 Crushed or course.....
  
 Each has it's own purpose..
 Thus lesson of cause...
 Reaping  the experiences called " LIFE"
  
 Written by Amazonmum 
 11th May 2008