The winds upon a sunrise chase the darkness
away. The shadows of a morning have faded
upon time that has passed. Always wishing
to slow time to gaze upon nature's beauty,
knowing that only time can change the
seasons. The tranquility of the moment is
broken by a whisper from a distance.
A whisper of the future, a shout from the
past. Lessons go unlearned, and another
fate is sealed. A blind path is well
traveled, as the clear one goes unused.
The whispers are followed, the screams fall
deaf upon the ears of blissful contentment.
Secrets told of paradise and the walls
begin to fall. Foregiveness is assured, but
not known. The wind chills, the clouds
cover the Earth, the beauty once seen, now
covered in darkness again.