Poem: Go with the Flow

I’ll follow the current, let words unfold,
A river of rhythm, a story untold.
Waves of emotion, smooth or rough,
The water’s not always gentle enough.

The sky paints its colors, soft shades of blue,
Clouds drift like thoughts, old and new.
Moments slip by, like grains in the sand,
Yet we hold them tightly, with a trembling hand.

The moon whispers secrets in silver light,
Guiding us onward through the quiet night.
I go with the flow, no map, no plan,
Just trusting the journey, the course I began.

Thank-you for reading.

Many blessings to all.

Much love and light,

Brenda Marie