The drafting of the wind
as it comes and goes,
traveling through our universe
from time to time.
The lightness of the wind against our cheeks,
soft like a feather as it brushs pass,
peaceful and relaxing for the present time,
as the wind wraps us in its arms,
like a mother taking care of its baby.
The numbers in out world fly pass with a wink,
everyone around us changing and growing up,
from a little kid who use to whine and cry,
to a grown up who is mature and serious.
Some grows up and takes a path into the light
with a destiny and dream in their mind,
while others with a soul of sadness
wonders the earth like a shadow of darkness,
until they find their own path into heaven.
As the wind drifts again,
time goes with it,
so forget about your past,
and think of the beautiful future in which you could make.
Never give up hope,
for your future is in your hand,
enjoy the time you have now,
and be thankful for it.
