Life Is Like a Ceiling Fan

It goes around, and round around

In never ending circles,

Stirring up a little breeze

To make its presence known.

Never asking questions...

Designed alone for comfort...

Offering relief to all

Who step into its zone.

 

A thing of giving;

Never wanting,

Never a demand...

Arms outstretched

As far as they can go...

Harvesting the air and

Giving forth its gentle blessings.

Life is like a ceiling fan?

If it were only so.