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Embracing the imperfect

The clouds drift as tides turn
Rising to the fall;
Dancing to nature’s rhythms
Rapturous in its melodies.
Embracing the imperfect.

Moist in its mossy havens
Droplets form; beads begin to move and
Soon the trickle becomes a brook.
The brook a stream as it finds its own bed
Weaving it’s way
Embracing the imperfect.

The feather floats and falls,
Reminders of loss and love
Languishing beside the stream.
Delicacy of interlocking membrane
Glues our uncertain futures
Embracing the imperfect.