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.
Did you write that poem?
Yep, I did. And I hope you enjoyed it :)
I wonder if I could talk you into helping me out with the Poetry Workshop over on PALnet... we could really use your talent!
nice poem
Thanks @ojie !
This is beautiful <3 Thank you
You're magic, as always. 😊
I enjoyed reading this poem. Great job. Thanks for sharing.