Plus Some

Original poetry by author of this blog. Copyright laws apply

Purpose a journey in life

Walking tall and sure.

Stride the rocky paths

With footing secure.

Onward toward the setting sun,

Downward, run.

Wind stings the face,

Warm tears trace.

Go! Yield not to never.

Anger, fear, loss, pain

Tangle the weary soul

Nothing shall they gain.

Through desert sand,

Cross grassy weeds.

To mountain tops,

Trudge swampy reeds.

Stand upon the ocean shore,

Dare the sea to swallow.

Laugh with glee

When waves roll back, hollow.

Breathe deep the salty air

Closed eyes, take it in.

When purpose driven

The elements never win.

Be granite on a mountain top,

A cedar in forests deep.

Butterfly across the meadow,

An owl that does not sleep.

There is nothing I can not reach

Nor plague will I succumb.

I purpose in my journey

To touch many, plus some.

To touch many, plus some,

To touch many,

plus some.

Up with the Birds

~Coldplay