Some imagine they can predict it all.
They believe they understand the signs.
Their words are often off the mark.
Nature surprises us over and over.
Tomorrow I will get up and see the sunrise.
I love to run through the woods.
A breeze rustles the branches and leaves.
It calms me like the restless surging of the sea.
I often find surprises in my world.
I am not bold enough to claim wisdom.
However, foolishness is not my lot either.
When I make decisions, I do my best.
Once the clouds pass the horizon,
they join the mists of memory.
I’ll be sure to watch them go.
The sky is a steady companion.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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