Essential Things
Palm trees line a pathway to an alcove of cool mists and ocean spray
Where golden sand and craggy boulders display
Their ageless beauty so well defined
Where tide trundles infinitely with no decline
Rehearsing with passion its eternal song
Performing dances with the wind, as it waltzes along
Imagine stories it’d tell if it could, of life
Long before scripted words, and endless strife
Imagine plain truth not intersperse with subtle lies
No hidden agendas to beguile, no alibis
Imagine it would tell of these essential things
Of God, of life and lessons we’re still missing
~*~
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