movement-poem

It cannot be  stopped,
What must move will move.
There are things
which are forced
To stand still.
That is not its purpose.
The world slowly turns
You can see this
But you can not feel it.
The clouds move
They glaze through the
Baby blue sky.
 
The white clouds
Herd together
As the glaze above us.
Just like the flock of
Birds that move
In one motion
As they migrate
From one part to
 another.
 
You were not made
For one thing.
You master it
And move on.
You bring others
With you
To fill your space.
Movement is inevitable.
Just like change.
Without change
Nothing new will
Be made .
Embrace the movement
Of the wind, the rain,
the plane and  the sun.
Look up at the sky and take note
Of the movement that is occurring.
Be it fast or slow
It still happens.