Balance

I am many mighty things
The seasons change my tides
They brighten and enlighten me
One lesson at a time
My scales striving for balance
Through avenues that wind
While walls are broken and rebuilt
To protect my peace of mind
Flowers blossom, weeds will die
When special care is given
No force should ever break a man
Unless given his permission.

Reviews

[Skye]

Absolutely perfect. Your way with words is flawless, almost like a spell. Thank you for sharing.

[C. MacCormack]

Thank you so much!

[A hare off]

An aweome piece of writing filled with truth. Great poem.

[C. MacCormack]

Thank you!