Roaring Oak

It is a warm lovely lazy summer day Suddenly cool breeze offers relive from the heat Soul grows as one looks at magical sunset Following a flock of geese with his eyes Wind blows through poplars and oaks They roar and creak singing old ballads The ones about ancient kings About Vikings, Templars and Hussars riding that very wind They say everything is dust in the wind Maybe accept the very wind The wind signifies change And knows meaning of life Meaning of life in philosophy not bound by continuity And in that lies its majesty This is the wind I would like to blow through sails of my destiny Leading me to last fundamental place filled with beauty