Life may be tough,
Its unyielding hand
Pushing us down,
Littering obstacles in our every path.
We may stumble sometimes,
We may falter at first,
But eventually the winds,
With their soft and unbreakable whispers
Curling around us,
Instill us with spirit,
With courage,
Hope,
They lift us to fight,
Not just for survival,
But for others,
To enliven and endure together.
The pages of a book,
Shifting in the cosmos,
Flipping through galaxies,
Chapters flying past,
Reflecting back to the days—
Of innocence,
When the worries were solely,
Who belonged,
Who belonged…
Reminisce back to the old times,
Think about the puzzle,
All the answers fitting together perfectly.
Think about those we love,
Then stand strong as a weeping tree.
Your roots watching, waiting for the time when you can start
Blossoming like a flower,
Inspiring us all to begin,
Following the light in the dark, obscured tunnel,
Recalling that those we care about help us to grow and thrive,
And to belong.
The Roar 