The Way It Is. Poem by Kathryn Brookins

Life moves swiftly through circles,
what starts, moves around and makes its way back
to complete the circles that are ever lasting.

Rushing water is a continuous flow,
the wings continuously blow,
the birds sing all day long,
everything has its place, where each belongs.

Mother Earth spins 24 hours a day,
this is how it has been, this is the way.

I know I am pleased to be here, to be apart of the whole,
It lightens my heart and lifts my soul

By: Kathryn Brookins