Looking at the waves of life
Oh how they ebb and flow
As time goes by and we
reap what we sow
And your head drops and looks at the sand
and you realize that you are only one
in the millions that God can hold in his hand
And then the problems you have only seem so small
as the massive wave crashes and when you feel like you’ve
hit a brick wall
But then MIST so fresh and light
refreshes and wakes you
You stand tall and brush off the sand
and know that life is what you make it
It’s no longer time to just sit…..
Get up and go….