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Sincerely Yours
Watching the waterfall crash steadily into the stream,
I let my mind go and I dream.
We are,
as the waters fall, such as us.
Into an ever-flowing river.
Yes, we may crash along the way, but the flow carries on,
As do we, without skipping a beat.
We may change our direction from time to time,
But always moving nonetheless.
The trees stand still in envy as we go crashing past.
Yet smile as we go,
Watching us grow larger, just as them,
And glad to be referred to as someone they used to know.
We may see others on a way of their own path,
We carelessly smile and wave,
As we coast on past.
We watch tie-dyed skies every night as the sun slowly bellows into us,
We stare in awe, every time the pastels ripple and swirl,
The movies of our dreams.
Slowly set to calm us, as to not be overwhelmed by the grand finally.
Father slowly brings us to peace to calm our minds and rest,
As mother slowly rises from her slumber,
Bringing all her children to help light our path,
They always shine at their best.
The kids,
play catch carefree of us flowing on beneath them to watch.
Though they laugh and giggle as we long for every throw,
And every catch.
Caressed on by the wind, underneath our mother’s illumination,
which is always twice as bright.
The story plays on of what all there was before,
And all there is now all night.
You find yourself dripping on a rock as you slowly move past,
As you have never read a tale of such, in this way before,
So vast and so immense.
A different story every night,
New characters and different events.
We watch it all play out,
Until we know the script by heart.
Now we can know our story from the beginning,
And we have finally found a place to start.
An overwhelming calm,
As we slowly fall to balance in a steady stream.
Here is where we learn to eb and flow,
To change our direction and our level in our dream.
At just the slight flick of our wrist.
(I hope you find that pun funny)
This is the script I’ve been reading to you all along,
If you’ve been following along to catch that twist.
As we ride that curve, we learn each other’s stories,
as we collide on along down the stream.
The waters get rough out here,
Things are not what they seem,
Until they are.
“but you’ve got to take your own journey.”
I tell the leaves blowing on the tree,
As I have at last found my calm,
My favorite place to,
Be.
As they nod to me in agreement they finally let go,
And are swept up to be blown away.
Left afraid at the height no longer able to take hold,
As they try with all their might.
But my god the view…
They yell to each other as they say goodbye,
For they will meet again one day,
And begin to slowly relax,
As they fly in circles along the way.
To land steadily upon the banks of a river,
To willingly be swept into the waters,
As they prepare for their first day.
“You can’t be afraid to fall!” he yells to the others,
“Take the journey with me, I’ve heard about it all.”
“We can ride the waves together, and when they get rough, we can hold onto one another.”
“For you see this voyage is a must.”
“We can all watch together and tell our own story, don’t be afraid to fall!”
“Trust.”
So, they all let go and along the way,
They each learned how to stop in an incessant flow,
And how to stay there longer as they began to grow.
They would tell their story to others to show we are the same,
Teaching not to take the thought of the flight in vain.
Then, watch others leave, again, and again.
Thank you echoes from the sky when it rains,
As those who leave are returned to ride once more,
Watching time, and time over the story,
To see what new is in store.
Once you learn to pause amid the chaos and be still,
What lies before you, is of YOUR own will.
When you finally silence the world out,
And are worthy of accepting your fill.
So, come back this time with me,
And learn to put your mind to rest.
We can take the ride together,
Ill show you how to take in the best.
You see, we all hold our own story,
In the space above our chest,
And once were able to share that place with one another,
It will be easier to share that magic with the rest.
For them to find within us,
But most importantly oneself.
Only then will they understand,
What it truly means to find wealth.
Sincerely Yours,
The Raging River Who Learned to Rest.
© Nick Wallace
I let my mind go and I dream.
We are,
as the waters fall, such as us.
Into an ever-flowing river.
Yes, we may crash along the way, but the flow carries on,
As do we, without skipping a beat.
We may change our direction from time to time,
But always moving nonetheless.
The trees stand still in envy as we go crashing past.
Yet smile as we go,
Watching us grow larger, just as them,
And glad to be referred to as someone they used to know.
We may see others on a way of their own path,
We carelessly smile and wave,
As we coast on past.
We watch tie-dyed skies every night as the sun slowly bellows into us,
We stare in awe, every time the pastels ripple and swirl,
The movies of our dreams.
Slowly set to calm us, as to not be overwhelmed by the grand finally.
Father slowly brings us to peace to calm our minds and rest,
As mother slowly rises from her slumber,
Bringing all her children to help light our path,
They always shine at their best.
The kids,
play catch carefree of us flowing on beneath them to watch.
Though they laugh and giggle as we long for every throw,
And every catch.
Caressed on by the wind, underneath our mother’s illumination,
which is always twice as bright.
The story plays on of what all there was before,
And all there is now all night.
You find yourself dripping on a rock as you slowly move past,
As you have never read a tale of such, in this way before,
So vast and so immense.
A different story every night,
New characters and different events.
We watch it all play out,
Until we know the script by heart.
Now we can know our story from the beginning,
And we have finally found a place to start.
An overwhelming calm,
As we slowly fall to balance in a steady stream.
Here is where we learn to eb and flow,
To change our direction and our level in our dream.
At just the slight flick of our wrist.
(I hope you find that pun funny)
This is the script I’ve been reading to you all along,
If you’ve been following along to catch that twist.
As we ride that curve, we learn each other’s stories,
as we collide on along down the stream.
The waters get rough out here,
Things are not what they seem,
Until they are.
“but you’ve got to take your own journey.”
I tell the leaves blowing on the tree,
As I have at last found my calm,
My favorite place to,
Be.
As they nod to me in agreement they finally let go,
And are swept up to be blown away.
Left afraid at the height no longer able to take hold,
As they try with all their might.
But my god the view…
They yell to each other as they say goodbye,
For they will meet again one day,
And begin to slowly relax,
As they fly in circles along the way.
To land steadily upon the banks of a river,
To willingly be swept into the waters,
As they prepare for their first day.
“You can’t be afraid to fall!” he yells to the others,
“Take the journey with me, I’ve heard about it all.”
“We can ride the waves together, and when they get rough, we can hold onto one another.”
“For you see this voyage is a must.”
“We can all watch together and tell our own story, don’t be afraid to fall!”
“Trust.”
So, they all let go and along the way,
They each learned how to stop in an incessant flow,
And how to stay there longer as they began to grow.
They would tell their story to others to show we are the same,
Teaching not to take the thought of the flight in vain.
Then, watch others leave, again, and again.
Thank you echoes from the sky when it rains,
As those who leave are returned to ride once more,
Watching time, and time over the story,
To see what new is in store.
Once you learn to pause amid the chaos and be still,
What lies before you, is of YOUR own will.
When you finally silence the world out,
And are worthy of accepting your fill.
So, come back this time with me,
And learn to put your mind to rest.
We can take the ride together,
Ill show you how to take in the best.
You see, we all hold our own story,
In the space above our chest,
And once were able to share that place with one another,
It will be easier to share that magic with the rest.
For them to find within us,
But most importantly oneself.
Only then will they understand,
What it truly means to find wealth.
Sincerely Yours,
The Raging River Who Learned to Rest.
© Nick Wallace
