The sounds of a gentle wind
Flows quietly through our hair . . .
The trees sway back and forth,
The sun lifts high in the sky,
Giving us light
So we can make our way –
Why do we take life for granted?
Are we lost in time and space?
Is the pen mightier than the sword?
Then what in life influences us?
So idle we wonder through time . . .
As if we have no mind!
Or should we blame it on the wind:
“Excuses made until life’s end!”
Epaphroditus© March 31, 2024
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