Yard Sale of Thoughts

I'm still around.

The water poured into the fertile ground,
has grown a garden  
where once the land was fallow.

I'm still around.

Were I a fish cast to shore,
I would gladly swallow air,
just to be within your grasp a moment longer.

I'm still around.

The weeping willows survive the storms,
and the rainbow of our joy that follows,
we wrap ourselves in its colors like a shield.

I'm still around.

The breeze I feel whether you are near or far.
The breeze of it, so strong, the canyons 
that divide nations disappear.

I'm still around.

That's how strong love is...
the thread woven through the quilt
the sun and moon at full tilt. 

Beyond the burial ground,
I'll still be around.

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Cover Art: Laurel Long

GloPoWriMo#28: Today, we challenge you to write a poem that involves music at a ceremony or event of some kind.