The
ocean writes a fresh poem each time it washes upon the sand. Each sunrise
begins a new day with new possibilities. What verses will you write today? Will
it rhyme or be free-form? You are the poet. There is plenty of opportunity to
begin anew, or merely make a change if we are only willing to let go. To become
entrenched in the past is to compromise the future. Let the morning sun be your
blank piece of paper on which to compose.
