Exchange Flow

Washing away at the shoreline the ocean seems to be taking from the land,

Much like how the flowers take from the sun,

The exchange for power seems to be the way life is presented,

The steady flow of things that move back and forth,

Not alike the trees which sway only in the wind,

But that of the birds sailing on the wind,

To take is to give back something in return,

As long as the means of exchange are met,

The steady flow of things seems to move forward and not two steps back