"B"een there, being now

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…