The Question

I follow the arrow, Into the snow, Where it will go, I'm not to know. The river so brown, The tree so green, Must be the Winter, Or maybe the Spring. I look to the sky, The star I do see, So dark is the night, How can this be? The light is there, Or is it not? I care I care, What you forgot. Follow me please, Where er'e I go, Don't ask a question, There's no need to know. The river is flowing, The tree sways a lot. This I am knowing, But you forgot. Dance with me dance, To the music we hear, Dance like a pro, Without a care. Follow my steps, As we flow round the floor, Follow the arrow, Like never before. The snow so cold, Bare feet we share, I feel so old, In my rocking chair. What's next we ask, Someone knows, Look to the west, It grows it grows. Wilder than ever, In a dream of tears. We have to face, Our fears our fears. Questions are answered, With coming of years. Questions of young ones, But we do not fear. Knowing is knowing, Fear not fear not. Time it is flowing, But never forgot. Kenneth Fordham 9-23-2017