These Days
| July 7th, 2009 by thehaydenThe winds die down some days because it’s God’s will.
Leaves fall, decay, all chimed by reason.
Time flows past whiskers of dim
to vivid memories of life, death and new beginnings.
What would happen, if the sun didn’t rise tomorrow?
Or if all the roads were to simply disappear?
Time would say it happened so.
Yet, no one could say I told you so.
Do we question tomorrow?
And is fear the buoyancy we hold on to?
If so, will our dreams ever come true?
These days, filled they are, with life, hope and promise.
Reflection
Edit: Will add tomorrow, its bed time.
