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Life, A Walk In The Park

Life is like a walk in the wooded green park
Where strange fine flowers and plants grow,
And pests; rodents, bunnies and insects abound
On the roadside will be mistletoes, thorny roses, even cactuses
With so many harmless weed plants sprouting all about
They hurt if one touches them and won’t
If one will let them be,
There will be rocks and stones which will make the walk
Much tougher and insufferable for many
Yet the scenery is one of extreme beauty
But a walk through life itself will reveal a lot
Ups, downs,
Plains, hills,
Earth, water,
Love, hate,
Joy, pain,
A concoction brewed out of both good and bad
There must be a sort of balance, wearing the joy and pain away
And a device cloaking the lurking evil among the pretty green
The sun will normally shine, assuming he is good
And won’t burn everyone to death but grow the greenery
The rain will fall, as usual, demanding a fair share of calamity
She might decide to flood the plains or fall in drought lands
There will be twists and turns all about
Rainfall, sunshine,
Smiles, tears,
Hopes, fears,
Bends, straight lines,
Rich, poor,
Every step seemed to have a taste of two opposites
Swinging like Galileo’s pendulum, letting malevolence
Or benevolence swing left or right
To fall, anytime on the guilty or innocent
One thing is that Nature has a way to console everyone
She either lets the tears of joy or pain dry in the suns heat
Or allow the soothing cold rains, wash them away

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