Within, Around, and Through
The wind came racing
through the trees today
but there is no summer left
only bare limbs remain.
Swirling, searching
through the emptiness –
nothing left to take away
only loneliness to be found.
And the wind will dream
for the time to come again
of waving boughs of green
that brush the sky of blue.
The wind came racing
through the trees today
but there is no summer left
only bare limbs remain.
Swirling, searching
through the emptiness –
nothing left to take away
only loneliness to be found.
And the wind will dream
for the time to come again
of waving boughs of green
that brush the sky of blue.
