The
River that Parts
by: Brady Smith
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Like a river that parts
time
as
the clouds pass by, we dream.
The duckling will search for a soothing stream,
and will fly above all the raging rapids that come in its
way.
For
even the hardest rock eventally erodes to become sand over
time.
Out stretched arms will embrace the Sun, as light dawns upon the
soul.
For every thing we feel, hear, and see means so much
more to us.
It becomes a part of
us and our life.
The rains of yesterday were yesterday's
and,
We enjoy the sunny days
we still have, for we can hear the new waters that
flow.
