Seeds of change
A light morning breeze brushes an open seed
digging in like children’s feet in summer sand
embraced in mothers natural warm hands
time to stand still,
end, and begin anew
a bountiful view, to fulfill, then left with a few,
singing with the wind, comforts in many shades
children laughing in dance of songs of the brave,
memories may come but most will always fade,
human hands can not contain an oceans waves
to be near,
close enough to hear,
the things we hold dear,
and face the unpredictability of the oncoming years
digging in like children’s feet in summer sand
embraced in mothers natural warm hands
time to stand still,
end, and begin anew
a bountiful view, to fulfill, then left with a few,
singing with the wind, comforts in many shades
children laughing in dance of songs of the brave,
memories may come but most will always fade,
human hands can not contain an oceans waves
to be near,
close enough to hear,
the things we hold dear,
and face the unpredictability of the oncoming years
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