ever upwards

my soul
your soul
all souls
are living things
the sum and substance of our lives
like the rings of a tree
telling the story of the past
yet still reaching skyward
for another drop of the rain of hope
another ray of the sun of dreams
another cool breeze of introspection
even when bent by forces
beyond our control, our soul
still reaches upwards
ever upwards, thanking the past
and glad for the anchoring roots
of our birthed natures and fates.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Thank to the Lady Crimson for insisting.