The Start of Something Finished

I am the whisper on the water
I am the leaf upon the wind

I am the grown tree growing older
I am the mention of truth at the end.

These days I'm much less wise than bolder
I've had more names than you've had sins

I am the old breeze rushing forward
To get to the truth that resides there at the end.

Take the sweet scented air around you
And drink it deep so I don't forget

Here's to the changing sounds of laughter
Here's to you and here's to me at the end.

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