The Winds Of Time

Coming and going,

The tree knows me well,

I circulate wisdom from the leaves, you can tell.

The wandering eye-a vision once told,

Ancestors come, and history folds.

There's laughter in things you'd never suggest,

but ponder upon the slant of a breast.

A humanly thought is worth more to you,

than truth in a touch when thinking is through. 

You'll never love more,

I've seen it before.

You'd struggle against the waves of a shore.

Pride is a thing i'll never endure.

You'll live with a question,

and never be more.