No Rhyme Or Reason
The wind and rain are not quiet
About their power tonight
I'm tossing and turning with them
An insignificant bystander
Thoughts arriving, then getting blown away
Or pummelled into nonsensical offerings
The lay of the land
Shaped by what it has experienced
Most landscapes have their place
In the grand scheme of things
I'm not a summer meadow
But they are ten a penny
The wind captures my thoughts again
Disperses them out of sight
Where perhaps they'll take root
With or without me
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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