The trees retire their leaves
My spirit grieves
I know they will be back
Like paved gravel
The workers lay the ground work
But my day’s plans unravel
Do not hold on too tightly
The breeze doesn’t blow slightly
The kite will blow away
Leaving that little child in dismay
I am a child at heart
Immature and naive from the start
I’ve been told children will inherit paradise
But I’m acting like I already attained the prize
If you shake me
Please don’t forsake me
I don’t always dot my I’s
Even with all these misfortunes
But I am thrilled
The enemy is being stilled
The seam is bursting with a gift inside
I need a new awakening
When the new day is aching
It’s aching like a bruise
I know I cannot lose
© Carly Wiggins 2018
myinksmears.com 
This is excellent too.
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