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
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
Flowers wither, flowers bloom. Thus I rise. Speak your wish. I was told life is like the seasons, an infinite cycle. Yet somewhere along the way, my world was reduced to fields of frozen white.