Lazy day, on a river walk, slowly walking and pondering…
Why do some trees grow tall and straight,
Yet others are twisted, bent, and broken?
The soil is the same for all.
The rain shows no favorites.
The sun shines on both equally.
I ponder all this, yet the river, like time, keeps moving.
Perhaps it’s what is within,
That causes one to stand tall,
And one to bend and bow with the wind?
From where does each root seek its nourishment?
Does one go deep to find the key to growth?
While another looks upon the surface inhaling whatever passes its way?
Perhaps one works too hard and becomes old and weary,
It’s efforts leaving it empty and weak?
I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.
I conclude that it’s a matter of choice.
All are given the breath of life and freedom to live.
It’s not mine to question each ones outcome,
But to ponder only on my own choices.
Yet, to offer true nourishment to those who come seeking,
And the fragrance of compassion to those in need.
I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.
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Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 