The reeds swayed to the side, Slow dancing in the breeze, The land just beside, The South Jersey sea. The sun shined on the Wetlands, On a sweltering summer day, “Saltwater floods the sand,” Was
One final request. Just be careful, as you step onto the path out of this world. The life held in this sphere Will always persist But it won’t blossom As it did while you were here. And so I promise y
Does it kill you Or make you stronger? Break you down- And bring you back up again? Does it brighten your life? Or darken the clouds- And make it harder to breathe? Maybe it just sits there Like a sec