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
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