A leaf green, of tender stalk, in shielding shade cocooned
Of sprouting wings, of new worlds, desire in veins burned
As rushing gale, revered of yore, swirled it in path of boon
Life new, in a rush of winds, cast a spell on a morn of June
Kindred souls in adventure bound, swung along in gale,
With each day in whirl and twirl, in winds unknown did sail
Chasing, racing the stream rushed, while some in peace did float
Held in thrall by the rushing gale, at times loved, at times loathed
The gale in path did whisper on, dripping wisdom to its throng
Morals new as days wore on, and to find where each one belonged
And then the journey, with its end attained, left a void, a lull
Gave respite, thoughts to amass, and the hereafter, to mull
Here I recline, with all lessons mine, in lone tranquil perch
New paths to embark upon, and newer meanings to search
As the winds cross my path, they whisper into my ear
What is it that you seek, what do you hold dear?
Time moves on as grains of sand, in moments precious as gold
As with myself I commune, the better to myself mould
Looking within, looking forward and learning from the old
Travels await, to newer plains, as I make my future unfold…
