Warm summer wind drifts by
The scent of rain coasts along the breeze
Fear what comes? Run where it will be dry?
I stay and bathe in the water.
A beautiful summer day lies before me
I bask in the glory of the sun
Air alters from gentle wafts to gusting drafts
Fall against the wind and let it restrain me?
I smile consciously and keep on walking into the wind.
I sail my rickety raft on the great sea of life
The tides rough are today.
Flailing in the rapids my raft capsizes
The waters worsen.
Treading water I hunt for land, a place to rest
No relief is in sight, I should give up.
A piece of driftwood pats my shoulder, I am thankful
This single log, my new ferry
Along the path I shall add to it and it will be strong
These waters are navigable they say
And I will see it to the other side
copyright of Syn-tax and Overclocked Studios, 2002