Send It On It's Way

Have you heard the breeze
Yet you've ignored all the signs 
The winds hollers
Even though the scenery choreographed the scene 
And yet even in the mist...
The storms are blamed
When so many where informed of the forecast 
These intentions 
Are just as tomorrow's sunrise 
Just as tonight's sunset
Even though we are in the moment...
Expectations are the pursuit 
Of things to be...
Why allow ripe fruit to wither on the vine
When it's time for harvest
Seems more or less like neglect 
Therefore be damned with the outcome 
When the leaf was never to land
In my care from the beginning 
Just be close enough to observe 
And the breeze would gracefully
Send it on its way...



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