The summer breeze fills a mind full of peace,
but intricate thoughts dare not ever cease.
Constant throughout - without an end.
Repeat it start over and begin it again.
A whispering wind on a silent night,
feeds us a story - the cold has a bite.
The wind is a sign of the past and the present,
but future to come has left us a crescent.
The moon holds a key to what comes to be,
like tides on a beach rush in from the sea.
Pay attention to what comes and goes,
like birds in the sky from eagles to crows.
They all play a part in this short span of time,
So watch as they soar then swoop on a dime.
We all become nothing except what we leave,
Behind us a past like bark on a tree.
- Yours Truly