A day, an hour, this moment.
Nothing is ever the same as it was, nothing will never be the same again.
As the wind blows through the trees, whistling gently, you are swaying with the energy of change.
Evolution is the ticking of time, the seconds as they rhythmically and faithful carry on, no matter what.
As the sun rises, a new day begins, as it sets, it leaves the promise of tomorrow laying softly on your pillow.
Your soul knows the song the world is singing, humming along quietly, even if you cannot hear.
I have seen your fear, but you have no reason to be afraid. You are a second of time that will keep on ticking. You are the wind in the trees, the sun on your pillow.
your soul knows.

Every time the wind blows I can hear it calling to me.
Telling me of the wilderness that it holds and the adventures that it promises.
Every time  the Wind blows I can feel it tugging at my free soul urging me to be truthful.
Every time the wind blows I can smell the wild ocean that lays just beyond.
Every time the winds blows I can hear the song that it sings to me, and the laughter of it's never ending joy.
Every time the wind blows, a butterfly flutters past my face, whispering, it's time.