Saturday, December 31, 2016

Being there

I talk to the mountains,
I chat with the seas,
I sing with the breeze,
I dance with the trees.

I am called a loner,
By most all I know,
Some even find me a loser,
But wonder how I glow.

The cliffs call me all the time,
The seas never call me names,
With them, I never cease to rhyme,
We rock and roar in the game.

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