The Sun and the Sky

Too much of our time has been spent

In tense brooding envy at the strengths of others;

Then, in the quiet moments,

Fearing that what they possess, we lack.

The ocean has not spent all her centuries

Thinking how light and free the sky is;

And the sky has no need to envy the beauty of the sea

Despite her ebbs and flows; and because of them.

One breathes in, another breathes out.

Each draw strength and resources and clarity

From choosing themselves; and in time, from accepting:

The others are not to be feared, but loved.