An Ancient Revival
Carpools of crayfish wandering the ocean,
A harbinger, maybe, or an effervescent ray.
Flowing like water that drips from a leaf,
If you don’t have a lesson, I’ll be on my way.
Effortless patience only comes with practice.
Watching the window appear through the cracks;
Rearing a horse with a pull of the reigns,
Beauty can find that which bitterness lacks.
Hidden with charisma that thirsty eyes hasten,
Something that beats isn’t dead on arrival.
Plasticine porters can mold such surprise,
Starting with praise, an ancient revival.
