The Winds of Time

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