She

 

Is she gentle?

Or is she rough?

Does she whisper?

Or does she roar?

Will she be here

when you’re feeling low?

*

I have waited

for your answer;

But there’s sadness

and much sorrow

Floating around,

darkening the clouds.

*

Let’s bounce back now

and not waste time;

Smell the flowers,

while they are here;

When they wither,

you won’t be happier.

*

She may clamour

Or she’ll holler;

But in the end,

she’ll come to see

that like the sea,

it will keep flowing.

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