"The World's Thy Ship And Not Thy Home"

In honor of the 300th post!! "Waiting Is" Waiting is a plant that grows From bud to petals to rose; Seeing snowflakes falling bright Become landscapes wrapped in white. Waiting is a setting sun The horizon claims each day  The moon shining from new to full While the stars gleam in array. Waiting is a field of crops Receiving the sun and rain As the seasons take their turns Which change, yet the same remain. Waiting is a listening heart Hearing the ocean's calm waves; Grasp the stillness of the woods Or the mountains highest gaze. Waiting is a symphony Of birds chirping a song Who started from a tiny egg And grew to fly along. Waiting is a falling leaf From a seedling or an oak That lands ever gracefully Bright colors the world is cloaked. Waiting is a frozen lake That will capture blades of skates From children's happy laughter As they count the Christmas dates. Waiting is a lightning bug Who comes at evening time, As wispy clouds hang in the sky Or to the heights the