finding my placeas part of the treeof life within we grow do I shake my leaves?do I keep the thorns?do I grow blossoms? guarded by loveguided by life, butall choices are mine

life’s current somewhere in a forestpainted green by leaves of treesa river flows its prolonged pathits origin a gathering of dropletstheir pace quiet and at easetrickling dribble turns to watera rush sets in and away it floats faster, faster, through the forestits power grows and ease is goneunstoppable until it reaches the enda fallen tree … More Poem | life’s current