Behold the tree, firmly planted in the earth , drawing strength from the stores there in. When heaven weeps the forest drinks and shares their burden.
I stand with my feet in the sand, Observing the waves as they move in, Time and again. They come at the rock in a workman like manner to execute their call. The waves roll and smash in a cacophony of foam, sound and splash…
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I am a tall wooden ship. Sometimes moored in port.Immovable.Stable. Other times i am tossed in a heaving swell concerned about running aground and maiming my keel on the hidden rock below.
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