I watched
as the storm moved in.
White clouds
began to darken.
The wind blew
and I knew
the storm of the century
had come –
it had found me.
All I
could do is hold on tight
to what
I had inside
and wait
for my fate.
The rain
didn’t stop – it came down
until
it flooded the ground.
My house
has always withstood
this time
it did the best it could.
But when done
the storm won.
I have
no house but the greenest lot.
It is
amazing, is it not?
The same
storm that tore my house apart
brought the
moisture needed to give a seed a start.
Life goes on –
am I wrong?
© 2013 ck’s days
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Yes, life is confusing at times – one thing dies to let another live. Unless we are looking at it all wrong of course!! 🙂
Hopefully I can become the person to appreciate the grass growing instead of focusing on the destroyed house. But right now, I tend to see the closed doors instead of paying attention to the open ones. I guess that’s my great lesson in life. Glad I only have the one 😉