Fellings

Felling’s are so much like 
Waves they push and they 
Pull 

We can’t stop them from 
Coming like a great tsunami
Or just a slight pull or push of 
The tide 

….A slight movement…

As still as death of 
Sometimes as mad as 
A shark after missing 
That great hunt 

We can’t stop them 
From coming just 
Like we can’t 
Choose the weather 

Or just like we can’t 
Choose the perfect moment 

But we can choose to make 
That moment perfect 

So we just choose which 
Wave to surf for better 
Or for worse
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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