To Learn of the Tides

I learned of the tides and the wilt of the tree

The sides to all meaning are but rectangle and green

I learned to love is but the cost of one’s heart

And that the brave know courage right after the fall

I found that wind has its purpose

And the years flow by

That even the little caterpillar has nine lives

I learned that fate was but at the bottom of a glass

And cigarettes don’t even want to inhale, in fact

I found the homeless to be workhorses

And others to be stuck

That even you can instead create your own luck

I learned that spoons are just spoons

And the frogs’ walk is always a leap

That you can never catch up on an hour of sleep

I learned that the daisy was a gift

And the window was an urn

That the purpose of wishing is to create in raw form

I learned why thieves don’t hold back

And why sinners get lost

I learned that you can never put your life on pause

You can pretend it is so, but it really never is

The days go by like the energy lives

I found at the bottom of the hole, not many come back

That the love for themselves has gone off the track

I wondered why purpose was a word

And if it meant anything to me

I wondered why people always wanted to be set free

I wondered of sound, and I wondered of fate

I wondered if heaven really had its own gate

I learned of peace and I learned of war

I learned one in a million get to see the northern shore

I learned of a starfish that fell

At its gaze, I wondered if she had seen the last of earth’s days

I learned of fairytales and prophets of past

That hope draws the fool with the card in its grasp

I learned that freedom sits beyond the hill of clay

And that triangles become pyramids in the middle of May

I found that euchre makes a heart if you have five from the start

And that dreams can last a lifetime, as if they were written