Flesh and bones made their riddle
And souls are somewhere in middle
We might laugh then ***** a little
But winds will rush with a whistle
When the winds of changes blows
Then only the wisest hearts knows
Some changes good, others throes
To reach even butterflies on every rose
Then force its direction in vibrant flows
It's not what you feel or what it shows
It's about how your reaction will pose
As roses bends for it in heavy bows
A man built walls, n' kept doors close
Another said; time for windmills I suppose
Storms'll pass, to harvest what you chose
Only wise choices will make you arose

Author / Aladdin Aures H