Forgotten Words

Whispering winds whistle through the trees in a cold january breeze

the full moon is glimmering high in the sky with all the stars shimmering in my eyes

flecks of snow fall down collecting on the ground without making a sound

mysterious meadows of snow pure while collecting in the suns orange glow

forever falling forgotten spring when it arrives the m ajestic birds will sing

seeds we will sow to harvest in end of summers glow.

take me away oh take me away the seasons will pass becoming just a memory at last

rolling tumbling waves on the beaches turning of the oceans currents churning toward me

renewing lifes great mysterys. we are humbled by your greatness mother earth let us live on in your warm embrace holding true to strive for peace in you there is glory and existence that we have yet to experience.

Holding true to the poet inside of you,

Brandon D.Perkins