Stream of Life


Oh to live my life
as a leaf on a stream;
Not allowing myself
to come apart at every trial.
Gently meandering along
the current, babbling and serene...
Only to round a corner
picking up speed,
to be dashed against a rock
then thrown against drifting
branches.
My tattered edges caressing
the white caps, my color
still everso brilliant.
The stream is a stream
It can only go its own path
and I am but a leaf
going where it takes me.
All my nics and scars
make me no less what I am;
Only I have that power
by how I choose to challange
the challanges,
Do I struggle against the current
or be faithful to continue on
-where ever it takes me?


TAL
8-22-08

...You become the leaf that ends a$$ up in the dirt, and roots grow forth and secure you to the earth, where you sprout and grow and spread your limbs and all, for the inhabitants to embrace and enjoy...It is here, you continue your journey of forever...

Lovely write...

very nice metaphor of life hun good write

very nice