All of life,
Carried in the waves.
What’s new is old,
And tried and true.
It’s poetry in motion.
Rising, falling, floating,
Running, if not rolling,
Always on the move.
A little here,
A little there,
All around,
and everywhere.

All of life,
Carried in the waves,
And held together by Perfection.

Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. – Mt 6:34