Justice

Justice

Tradition creates morality, Influences outside overshadows tradition
Blue water, Fine sand, the steady song of the wind
The resistance of the trees against the breeze creates music from its leaves
The steady tempo of my heartbeat, never felt but existing
The waves are in a race to embrace the sands before retreating once more
The sweet and humble scent of their constant battle captivates the senses
The warmth from the morning sun reminds me of its curse
Provide us with food, life and warmth but your beauty is never to be gazed upon
This is my sanctuary, in my mind and ever, let me rest here and listen.
Many have walked by this and never stopped to notice the power it holds
The path to its existence alone was created by time and persistence
As far as the eyes can see, is a blue thriving home of many different paths of life
In the distance, where the ripples of the ocean appears to rest on the clouds
A flock of wings spread and waving in unison as they journey to an unknown future
The course of their lives will be told only by fate, but this moment they control
Fate need not be accepted, there is no justice in doing so
In essence we are all the creators of what could be
A new choice, decision, a different step, can change your fate without warrant
There is no justice in that, but so is the world we live in
In this sanctuary exists a meaning, a respect of ones journey
The arms of the tree bow to the wind and the waves continue their game. Bliss