Sunday, March 28th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
Winds
The soft waving grasses parted
They could sense every crushing step
A journey that now has started
To come into knowledge adept
Winds of change breeze through the mind
Seeking more hands along the way
Not knowing what or when to find
Unknown tomorrows or lost yesterday
Minds can connect and heal the earth
Yet the storms rush in torrent destruction
Setting souls to doubt their endless worth
Ignoring the universe and her instruction
The field is ripe and waits upon the moon
Nodding the heads of grain and men
Hist! The time traveler cometh soon
And we will know who we are again
© March 28, 2004 Marissa A Spencer
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