The Stream

The Stream

Life is like a stream

Despite all the rocks

Despite all the pollutiion 

The stream always somewhow flows through

and connects to something much bigger and more beautiful 

and if things are willing

finds it's way to the ocean

and not only fulfills it's objective

but finds something more beautiful than what could be imagined. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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