The Archer

The archer stood very still by the oceans edge His target was a buoy, tossed far from his ledge Aiming high against the sky he let his arrow go Elements unforgiving bounced the buoy to and fro The archer through experience had adjusted aim In account the wind and waves he aspired to tame Although the arrow missed it's mark, it was quite close Few could call that chosen path that he would diagnose In life the ones who love you, can help form a plan About the wind and waves, and where you might land What you might encounter I don't pretend to know But with a plan you just might land where you want to go!