observing a crane in the water full of geese; the beauty of it flowing down the surface can’t seem cease.
standing tall even though the water is deep; having confidence as such, is a different kind of peace.
taking in its own beauty, grasping what God gave thee.
the group of geese couldn’t compare, when one crane in the middle is radiantly rare
one goose can be replaced. one crane can only be displaced.
keep standing alone crane, so each day I’ll know where to leave the pain…
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