Picture

The waves bawled to the sands,
As the sun glared down on it.
The rocks held me unwaveringly,
As my hands grazed upon it.

The clouds lingered on the horizon,
And awaited the night to invade its way.
The birds danced around the heaven,
In harmonic to the insects’ hums.

The sequence of these animation,
Does not hold significance.
Because when you look at it altogether,
They make one beautiful picture.

You see, in everything that we do,
We can choose to be the flare or the holler,
We can choose to be a beam of support,
We can choose to be a teammate.

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