Gravity turns a Tide

stained glass malachite

The sun does not ask the moon

Nor the flowers the butterfly

Trees play with wind

Clouds decorate the sky

Thunder chants a ballad

Lightening casts a show

Water bathes the land

Rays create a bow

Gravity turns a tide

Stars glimmer sand

A soul reaches out

Another offers his hand

~K. D’Angelo

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