I feel a shadow pass through me
as I sit and watch the wind,
play among the Palo Verde,
each limb that twists and bends.

The shadow took more than it left,
I could feel the pulling load.
Just as the wind stole bits and pieces
to carry on down the road.

What that shadow took, I'll miss,
once I figure out what is gone.
The hollowness is there within,
like a music sheet with no song.

The Palo Verde stands its ground
laughing at the winds strength.
Maybe if I bend to the winds of life
I could step away from the brink.