Nature has its way, from night to day, a cycle does provide
Water from the sea, raises to be, clouds that raindrops ride
Falling over all, in rivulets small, rivers are supplied
From the earth, to their place of birth, they return to where they died
Love's rain one can't restrain, to all it is supplied
Hard ground may spurn its return, but it will not be denied
Sand and clay it washes away, hard rock it will divide
Saturating the ground, where its found, leaving life behind its tide
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: September 24th, 2024 04:22
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
There is so much beauty in this dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you Teddy for the read and most kind words they are most appreciated my friend
Now aint that just the bloomin truth
Thanks Neville for the read and comment always appreciated
In the right amounts, the bringer of life....
A rich write, Soren.
Thanks Dave I appreciate the review and comments
Clapping! 👏👏
An outstanding poem
so skillfully expressed!!
Awesomazing imagery,
just resonates with greatness!! ⭐🌟🌟
Thanks for sharing my friend!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks so much Thad for the read and most gracious comments.
Good one soren, yes we have almost written the same poem. LOL
Andy
Thanks Gold for the read it is most appreciated
Fantastic, Soren, and loved the way it rhymed. A fine write.
Thanks Tom your words are appreciated and valued
"Leaving life behind its tide". Mesmerizing.
Thank you so much for the review of this piece it is so appreciated
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