Regular and precise
Like a shiny Salt Crystal
Feel the changes in the air around me.
Melting away I let my energy spread
While strongly I hold on to the skills and ideas
Hiding inside but not vanishing.
I struggle natively to polish
The quality of my work that however
Can be judged and fall ill
with time and cultures.
In this spot of sunshine
I will now tender
the quality of my thinking
And the clarity of the ideas in the playground.
[tags postaday, poetry, writing, quality, work, thoughts, thinking, mind, efficiency, playground, ideas, innovation, proceeds]