A breeze can muster thoughts that dwell,
From years that served our souls so well,
Of spirits high in warming sun,
So etched upon our minds so young.
The grass that waved upon our meeting,
As pure by chance a moments fleeting,
Would share our dreams from therein after,
Forever mixed with tears and laughter.
And how our parents spawned these feelings,
Protected us with walls and ceilings,
They fed our hunger, quenched our thirst,
Bathed our sickness, placed us first.
From years that served our souls so well,
Of spirits high in warming sun,
So etched upon our minds so young.
The grass that waved upon our meeting,
As pure by chance a moments fleeting,
Would share our dreams from therein after,
Forever mixed with tears and laughter.
And how our parents spawned these feelings,
Protected us with walls and ceilings,
They fed our hunger, quenched our thirst,
Bathed our sickness, placed us first.
Our days gone by so real and pure,
Our thoughts not clouded that’s for sure,
No phones or photos clicked to send
No Social Network, cardboard friends.
As I grow older now I see,
Just what those days had meant to me,
Mistakes we’ve made or so it seems,
Have robbed our children of such dreams.
One day the sands of time will call,
Our earthly bodies fade, then fall.
Return to dust from whence we came,
Our thoughts amongst the breeze again.
Return to dust from whence we came,
Our thoughts amongst the breeze again.
