Air and Water
Like water, we are consistently in portability.
We've generally been headed for our fate to fulfill
Achieving understanding, information, and empathy
At the point when we recover our habit of life-thrill. ?
After a phony gloat, air and water rose to claim.
Garbled, yet with the tone, It's trivial chatter.
"I'm focusing on all," the water said I'm fame.
I'm here for living creatures, and I assist them to foster.
I douse the flames that had injured a lot of people.
I supply goods across seas as if I were land and sky.
As a result, the air surged up and said, "I am the air."
Each species was created as a result of my supply.
Yearning makes hearts alive, so there is stillness.
I pushed the slag of the wind blew, ebbing the way.
All water offers benefits that may yield our bliss.
There is no air apart from god will; for him, we pray.
I can envision the tangle of a sluggish ocean.
The water fiercely snaps and swerves.
The same as ideas were bouncing around in my brain.
I'm pulled back by the wind, unable to alter steps.
The waves are hostile as they lash toward the cove.
Blowing a fog aped a heave of cold air breathed out.
Our identity is gone; our life is a wizardry rove.
The brain is utterly throwing around with wave shout.
Times consistent ascent and fall, unending drops of sorrow.
Many intend the need to show a wish paddler profundity.
Significantly nearly ruin, a caring touch made all the bestow.
The water has the sparkle of soul and God's trustability.
Written: June 15, 2021
All Yours (Jun 27) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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