A TOUCH, IN THE WIND
It was, a day for reflectionStarting, calm and so sereneThen, wind from those "Towers"Started blowing, in between.The names of Souls, spokenSeemed, to alter nature’s courseAnd what it seemed, to be?They came to say, "Goodbye!", in force.Reaching out and touchingAll, who came to grieveTo say, "Get on with your life.Because, we have to leave.""But, we won’t go far.We’ll be in every breeze.And, if you listen, you will hear usRustling through the leaves.""And, when those leaves have fallenAnd the winters winds blowDon’t worry, we’ll still be thereIn every whirling flake of snow.""Then when, the springtime comesAnd all things grow, anewPlease take joy, in knowingWe’ll still be there, with you.""They may have stopped, our "Being"But, our Spirits, will soarWhen you feel us in, the blowing windsWhere we’ll be, forever more."
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