if you can find it buried deep within the rain there is a silence
we search for stillness but very little is learned sailing a calm sea
how we see the world is restricted by choices we made in the past
washed up on the shore we see one life being passed onto another
every day breaks in its own unique way, yet we start them the same
give in to the urge tuck your nose under your paw and drift off to sleep
with a closer look we see that the most simple is anything but
just like the flower in order to receive light one must be open
we feel the struggle of the flower in the crack but the plant doesn’t
they didn’t use tools but that doesn’t mean that we are any more safe
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