There's a light that belies the notion that vapor in the wind we are. Though life holds no magic potion we can swing on the nearest star. If I gaze at the skies for awhile I might be amazed at what I'll find. Faces of every color and style; most of them are quaint and kind. In this sea of people I realize they deeply bless the beast inside. With calm I walk into their eyes and wrest the ever flowing tide. All these folks that make up the world are like umbrellas you can't pull apart. Each one's flag should be unfurled; every one has the Tin Man's heart Protect each other with umbrella power. Treat each soul like a blooming flower. written by Deb Wilson March 2, 2014 for contest "Symbolism-umbrella" I chose visual # 4