WHILE
RIDING
BEFORE
RAIN
A blue heron lives on this lake
I see him often at the point
Where I stop the bike to think
And watch the water break
He has no complications
No need to sort things out
No dreams, anticipations
No sacred faith, no doubts
He has found a fish today
With supper in his gullet
His mission is complete
He can soar now home
2 comments:
This has to be one of the very best, or maybe it is the best. Incredible! Makes you wonder what life would be like if we were more like the blue heron. Hmmmmmm
Thank you, whoever you are... really, thanks!
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