be like the sand
the lonely grain
stuck in the bed
of a luxurious oyster;
the steady
which will then

be a caterpillar
wanting more
allowing time
and discomfort
to make anew.

be the river
which flows
through the rocks
carving its path
wherever it goes.

be all you can
but do not despair
for change
is the way
we all learn
to grow.


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