Rising waves and crashing tides

Just like the seasons of our lives

We rise above

And sink below

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There is no absolute high

No absolute low

The middle ground is far between from things too beautiful and things unseen

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The tides surge on

And we straddle the surf unstable

Unwilling to admit of what we are and are not able

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We continue on for each sunrise

Amazed at the beauty that crosses our eyes

That sadness follows the surging highs 

Back to the beauty and wonderment of grandeur size 

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The colors of this life are vibrant and dull

Colorful and gray

And sometimes full

Yet the oranges and reds and greens and blues 

resurface with the swelling and creation of the sand dunes

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We smile and revel in moments of happiness

Thankful for the light and life that is a mess 

The beauty of imperfection is aww inspiring and overcoming

Each moment is fleeting 

And each light becoming.