Inspiration Poem by Alex Zinni

The birds sing as they glide through the sky
The lone crow cries in the distance
I take note of it's pain, and continue on my way

A river, making music for all to hear
The water, clear to the eye
Fish fighting against the tide
One is dead on a rock, baking in the summer sun
I take note of it's pain, and continue on my way

Now I sit
The wind whispering in my ear
Reminding me of what I have seen
My eyes’ water, not for sadness, but for guidance
Next to me is a simple flower
Opening up to the coming rain that was soon to come
And I knew this is where I would look within
To get my
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