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
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015
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