Dust particles reflect sunlight

As the wind stirs the earth

From mounds left by harvesters.

Winter drops a dressing of snow,

A soothing ointment of rain

To heal the land before Spring comes

When life will renew Earth’s bosom green.

Similar somewhat to the struggles

We undergo to reach the goals we seek

That fulfill the hearts and souls

And make us feel wholly alive.

 

 

 

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