Like the wind
That at sea is birthed Then blows restlessly Over the undulating earth From night to morn I have been wandering In a state of forlorn Oppressed by the dishonor I have deservedly reaped As I look into heaven's eyes So blue and so deep You may wonder What is my gloomy rant You see, with my big foot I carelessly, stepped on an ant.
Tread softly, be kind and gentle to your environment. Love your fellowmen and all living things. Temper intelligence with righteousness. Do good deeds, for they are the best of possessions. Speak kindly and do not be harsh or insulting, for what you say, do or think is cooked up in the pot of Destiny. Let not your fate be served with the spice of retribution! © Sher Chandley
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