The Leaves still must with the morning
dew,
A healthy shady day.
With the rays of sun kissing trees,
Few finding threir way to the ground.
It was a perfectly lit up day.
Birds singing their jingle,
Together creating a cacophony.
Sittig on a log,
Ruined by Strom,
Still Standing tall,
With all lost flowers and leaves,
It stood.
Believing.
Having faith in spring and new blossoms.
Sitting on the log.
Dry leaves crackling under my feet,
I stared straight into the shining sun.
And told myself,
It isn't over yet.
It isn't over yet.
I'll Keep Moving.
I am more than these battles.
I may lose sometimes,
But I'll always shine.
Ain't about the win loose,
Its always 'The climb'.![Screenshot_2018-07-06-12-58-53-869_com.instagram.android.png]