Muddied water purifies itself when left untouched,
Before long, it will be crystal clear.
An oscillating pendulum grows still when you leave it on its own,
Beautiful memories come at the right season.
Time heals old wounds, where scars may hardly show,
A river flows gracefully when it is slow.
And so let’s wait,
The moon continuously glows,
The sun rises at dawn,
The earth turns each day.
I am soft yet stronger than what people think,
I pray you do too,
Love has many faces.
~ Musing, in rhyme, 9 Nov 2013, updated 13 Jan 2014