A Thought

by Zetta Roth-Yale   Apr 22, 2005


The water lows without end in a world with no solid beginning.
The ripples ever present,
Make the water serene even though it is never at peace.
The hopes and dreams never at rest.
Birds sing and time goes on as if nothing ends, not life of those we love or of those who could never have loved.
The ever-flowing life, the ever-pervasive.Noe structure of nature or man made device can stops its destructive nature, people have died and many have not, from this wonderful force of nature.
Though many have died, without the ever-flowing water that flows from the loving womb of mother earth none could live., so in the pail dusk of an inadequate day, the water stands still or so it seems i a place of quite and serene.
This is a thought of youth

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