Opa

A thousand tiers
of a mystical mass,
Building, uniting, defying
as the storm does pass.

A thousand tears
for a noble man,
Building, uniting, defying
as a family can.

The skies clear
so that the eye can see
a beauty only known
by you and me.

The sun is setting.
The clouds reflecting,
great colors and depth.
My heart has strep.

Colliding within,
Nature begins
to take its toll,
and by doing so,

It shows us the balance
and guides the way
to understanding the challenge
of accepting today.

Beauty lines the path
and cushions the fall,
so when that fateful day comes,
I can still stand tall.