work break scribble poem

whatever will
come …may come
whatever will
go… may go
~
whether the land
scorches in drought
whether our cups
fill and overflow
~
New endings often provoke fear
new beginning aren’t easily seen
Rivers flow mount to sea
and we are all paddling in between
~
what ever we become
where ever we go
were paddling with the current,
With the river we flow.
what i am writing about
I really don’t know.
. .