poetry
Here We Are There is a world so vast we cannot comprehend, Yet we wonder endlessly about our existence. One cannot know the nature of this familiar place, Except to recognize how unfamiliar it becomes With time. The winds show us the direction of our mortality. It guides us to what our destiny will be. Like the wind we must pass on, Fading slowly into a breath; inaudible, The wind dies, the land is still, Here we are. |
