Come —

Come hear the wind across the lake
  and understand the reasons:
The balancing, the ebb and flow,
  the panoply of seasons

Come feel the stinging on your face,
  the joy amid the sorrow —
And understand that life is lived
  today, and not tomorrow

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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