Wind whispers through
the trees, mirroring our
lives, our choices, always
each day, a mirror held
up to our hearts.
Behavior blooms from
roots we often forget
sown in past, where echoes
linger, shaping silhouettes
of our present moments.
Attitude, a sail that
catches the wind, guides
us through tempests, calm
waters, a dance of belief
in the face of storms.
Thinking builds bridges over
chasms deep, maps the
uncharted, steers vessels of
dreams towards dawn’s first
light, always seeking more.
Habits carve trails on
mountainsides of time, watch
with care, for paths once set
can lead to wonder or
to shadows, year by year.
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Comments3
Rich with images it speaks in metaphor giving good advice. Very nice
You captured the essence of a human so well.... I'm curious about the title.. This will stick with me for a long time.
Great write
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