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
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