A poem before I go to bed,
To rest my brain and my weary head … Tomorrow, I’ll start my day anew with an interesting course in shiatsu …
Some of us are crooked
Some of us are straight
Some of us are early
Some of us are late
Look closely at what you think is a flaw
And you may see what you’ve never seen before
Like trees in a forest
We bend and we sway
Ever so desperate to do things the right way
But each one’s unique
And each one’s diverse
A beautiful star in a vast universe
Who defines what’s right or wrong?
Who defines what’s short or long?
We need space to grow
And nurturing to thrive
Our independence and freedom are what keep us alive
