Gone With The Wind

Look to the wind

To feel the breeze

Embrace the trees

To reap the fruits they leave

Whilst trying to understand

What life truly means

As the seeds

Sprout thoughts

Derived from the roots

Firmly placed yet

Formed free

Upon a-new trajectory

To heights unseen

In hopes to redeem the glee

For which at first seemed so naive

A novelty of such

lost in pursuit of what could be…

Curated by Nomadic Libaax