I am the rocks as the waves come crashing to shore.
I am the beach, as the waves caress the sand.
I am the light guiding ships to safe harbor.
I am the mountains standing tall to touch the heavens.
I am the dirt that builds the foundation for which to stand.
I am the leaves that make the forest dance.
I am nothing to some, everything to all.
I am the whispers of the wind, the voice of thunder.
My bounty is plentiful but not unlimited.
One side pushed, the other pulled.
Like waves, they danced.
Without one, the other could not exist.
A tide set to its own rhythm.
In perfect balance, the water sparkled on moonlit shores.
A storm brewed in the distance.
Where one saw chaos, another saw calm.
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Another title with no words. "Push and Pull" Nothing more than an idea, now fully brought to life. Initially meant to be a full fledged article, now a poem. Why? It's a complicated idea best told in simplicity. I also thought it would be the perfect experiment. This poem can be read top down and bottom up all the while still making sense and slightly shifting the perspective. A fun idea extremely difficult to execute.
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