The rain has no will, no envy. It is free.
Keen, determined and constant; beware the rain.
There is a rain in the skies of mankind,
That drowns the longing for plenty.
The young bird is caught in her own nest of gain,
The lion hides, reticent about his find,
Bold greed tempts the weak when the subtle sun glows,
Some give in and call themselves the fortunate,
Oh rain, rain, rain, fall on this poor heart again.
Come clouds of dark colour, burst forth your calming woes,
Stay this spirit, that would dwell amongst the great,
Let not ambition take wings beyond the rain,
But be felled by the arrow of acceptance.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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I really like this! Good job!
Thank you so much
I will confess that I can’t quite put together the meaning of the last two lines. Really great write
Its just means that ambition can be a bad thing.We need to accept our lot.
Hmmm. I actually see that in a different way, that’s why I didn’t put it together like you described, regardless of opinion the phrasing was nice.
I've always found the rain somewhat wet. Strange that. Hmmm. lol.
Good one.Thanks for reading
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