Never-Ending

Written by: Ann Rich

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007