Fluid

The wind has blown strong.
The eagle has ridden along.
And with every bit of the carriers variances,
Her wings she adjusts and thus she advances.

The palm has fallen hard on the water
And has found resistance.
But only slightly as it is buried
In the same instant.

The breeze has blown softly
And has encountered bodies
But has gracefully embraced them
And then continued peaceably on its journey.

The earth upon which we walk
Has endured the trodding of many generations.
Yet the land is enriched by their mortal flesh
By patient but certain assimilation.

Man in his lifetime finds many oppositions
To his hopes, his dreams and desires.
But through the very many trials,
The wise man is made wiser.
The strong, stronger.