Nothing Happens By Random

there is always this intentionality of things
people and events
the leaf from a tree falls bearing the reason of the air
the river runs to the sea bringing the reason of the creeks
the sky changes its color bearing the reasons of the rain and the clouds
we all wake up
with new reasons for life
life wakes us up
always on a new beginning

we face the mirror and the mirror gives
us the reasons for going.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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