Cradled by a gentle breeze,
My feet nestled in the earth,
I rise to meet the Suns embrace.
I may not know what lies ahead,
And I may not meet the goals I set,
But what I know is not the Who or when,
the what, and not the When, But…
I know I’m standing. I know I’m breathing.
And with every step, I know I am moving.
And if I am moving, I must be in the Dance.
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