To hold a rose within your hand.
To see the beauty and understand.
The kinship of man is not alone
Neither is the dog chewing the bone
As the currents flow from the oceans waves
And the wind blows through the darkened caves
As the rain falls heavy and fast
We are awakened to so much contrast
The deepened shades of red from the rose
To the tormented screams of wind as it blows
To feel the warmth as our hands are held
To go in directions we are compelled
The kinship of man and life united as one.
As all life rises under the morning sun
As the winds die down to a gentle breeze
To lift barley a rustle through the trees
Jennifer Don - 2010