One Shot Wednesday
I suppose the ocean learns it's longing from the shore that it must meet.
Yet, the soil feels it's constant touch from the roots below the trees.
And perhaps the dawn finds it from the horizon for which it always yearns.
Yet, the flame feels it's close quiver from the embers as they burn.
Maybe the eagle captures it's meaning from the need to reach the mountain and all it's charms.
Yet,for me I truly found it in one child within my arms.