Life's waves
A rose hasn't a heart without its core.
A house is dark without windows.
A tree grows leaves again after they died.
A meadow has green grass, but it also becomes dry.
The spring blooms flowers and beauty that disappears, but always regrow.
The summer means children making sandcastles on the beach, joy and fun to capture.
The sea has its way to be, tough, soft and gentle or impossible to cope with.
The life's waves are the same as the sea waves,
difficult to stay on the board all the time.
We surf for new achievements,
we forget about what we can
lose meantime.
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