A Ripple In Time

A new born baby’s cry
Tearful last good bye

Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes – an hour glass

An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To a mighty oak – a lifetime of dreams

The changing moon – to full again
Each morn’ the sun – new skies begin

Eagles soar high – our hearts go there
These ripples in time – we all share

Stoic Poetry


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