Gray elements
Dominated the sky
With dampness all around.
Like a reed battered by time,
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Songs lift
And inspire.
Many a song
We admire
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Technology. Technology.
Will drive you insane.
The abrupt and constant changes
Pour like acid rain.
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Hum. A blank canvas.
What shall I paint?
The sky? The ocean?
Or something quaint?
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Every day—
Sunup, sundown—
You will find
A chore ‘round.
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Against the brightness
Of the sky,
Through the brushes
Of the trees—
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A thought is a seed
That is conceived.
It must be cultivated
In order to grow.
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At times the ship
Hits stormy weather.
The sailing’s rough,
The clouds gather.
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I went searching for the Lord,
And unto Him my soul did call.
When nothing of Him I did see,
A bird came perching in a tree.
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