Turn By Turn

The Nightingale chirps it's tune Perching high on the birch Such melody that shatters the borne Like waves hitting against the beach. The seasons wait their turns Emanating both the drizzle and the rays Succumbing to nature's terms And changing lives in many ways. Over the horizon, some emerge And through many roads, some wonder And while our dreams may diverge, The kindred spirit often does not saunter . Patience, abounds in us Succumb to it when it's time Then eventually we shall be lifted off our cross And with euphoria shall we cross the pine. ©Temajung Michael Tanjang