Gone With The Wind

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