I watch a crane fly towards a storm
It strains against a gust of wind threatening to snap its form
Passing trees that shy away and seem to shudder as they bend
While whispered warnings whistle in the wind

The sky is still and civil where I stand
This place knows no pain no fear no want or demand
So why do the world and wind pass but never stay
Always urging me to seize the day

I look back to the lonely crane
That struggles on defiant wings fighting for some unknown gain
Fearlessly entering the darkened anvil that covers the sky
Forging thunder with every strike

I saw someone try something new
An encouragement for me to try something different
To risk the oppressive thunder to be struck by the storm
To rise from my ashes and be reborn

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