“This is not a poem. It’s a meditation for creation.”
The Window will open.
The Window will close.
The Wind is fierce.
The Wind is still.
The Birds will sing.
The Birds will sleep.
The Sun is seen,
Then hidden by the clouds.
The Waves roll in.
The Waves roll out.
The summer is hot.
Tomorrow is cold.
The baby is born.
The Old Man dies.
Stars light up the darkness.
Day Break brings new life.
The Creatures will prance the earth;
And soon succumb to hibernation.
The Crowds shuffle in, and
Then move on to something else.
The Time is Now.
The Moment slips away.
At Last, I am awake
With Freedom to begin
This New Day.