The Way

Love is the way the sun sets each day to reveal the moon.

The way the ocean unforgivingly clashes against rocks is not love.

Passion is the way leaves dance calmly in the crisp autumn air.

The way lightning strikes a tree leaving the trunk brittle, and weak isn't passion.

Patience is the way roots give Redwood trees support and time to grow.

Patience is not the way a river forces the current to flow, despite the debris.

Trust is the way a mother bird leaves her nest to scavenge worms.

Trust is far from the way water corrodes limestone overtime. Beautiful, yet damaging.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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