Shores

Water. Blue. Waves
Rolling, moving climbing the shore
Green, teal, gray
a mélange of color.

Yellow, brown, tinge of red
grass, growing toward the lake
a beautiful bed
lining the water’s edge

Small, tiny insects
landing on me
black. Perhaps
seeking food.

Large, expanse,
seemingly never ending
the vast lake
extends to the horizon.

Life is like that
rolling, moving onward
always on the go
With times of rest on the shore.

Sometimes we feel tiny,
like the insect trying to survive
sometimes large, unbeatable
never-ending

But reality is that it does come to an end
every lake, no matter how large,
has a shore to halt it.
…just like our lives.

© 2015 Lukas Westevy

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