Wind

COme softly, come slow Come blowing as you blow Life is in bloom Twirling, everlasting Leaves and Twigs, All in a mix Riding on the Wind. Smell me, hear me See me. Call Winds of Change; Spring, summer, fall. To knees that are white but not clean 'Speak to Me' says the Evergreen. Needles fly about Screaming, kicking But no shout. Here I am. Standing alone. Perplexed as to which way I'll blow. North, south, east and west Direction that has no Course. My voice is forever hoarse. Call my by my other name, For it isthe same as yesterday. Future or past, I'll never know Come what may; The wind always blows.