Playfully, winds serenade the light as it brings in the newest day
The caterpillar seeks to find a place of solitude
But we cannot find what we must create…an escape
A release, a curtain call…You cannot see the ground,
If you already fell, no need to grab for spare changes
Or ropes that never hold, as they are given slack
A lessened tension for a strength that will never cease
You cannot see the sun at night, but the moon still tells the story
Time is not something we can hand out like candy
But it is still sweet, maybe bitter at times, yet it is not the treat
Does the wind still carry whispers, or does the day steal them away
But whispers hold sacred notions captive in silence
Until the wind is ready to listen…again