Time
As the leaves blow by, tumbling in the wind across the grass,
I am lifted in colorful swirls, little tornados near my feet
I fly with hope for many things and gratitude for all life brings
I hold onto my strength in these currents, blowing in my life
Ready to fight for all I believe, to stand fearless, being me
Time is precious, as the passing seasons continue to show
I will do what I can with what I have, the time left no-one knows
Heidi Sands
10/11/19
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2019
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