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Imagine he were a tree See the leaves, the beautiful leaves? See the beautiful patterns as they dance in the wind Now imagine time is the wind Imagine I am the child See her so happy, see she loves the leaves? Imagine the tree is her's and she is the tree's And imagine time is the wind Imagine she plays on the tree See how she hugs it? See how she loves it? Imagine her sorrow if the wind blew her leaves away Now remember, time is the wind Imagine the wind is mild Can you see all the patterns in the wind? Creating dances soft and mild And yes, time is the wind Imagine the dances See all of nature join in Hear the song that nature gives us The susurrus of the leaves in the wind Imagine the leaves a-blowing Imagine all the patterns in the wind The leaves; they're leaving, they're going! Recall, what was the wind? Imagine the tears of the child As she tries to catch her leaves again She can not bear to see then going Oh, time, you wind! Imagine the sorrow in her heart Running, running; never stopping again But she can't stop them, but only gaze Upon the patterns in the wind Imagine her running, oh, the child See her stumble, and fall to the earth? See her dirt stained tears as she watches her love, her life, Vanish in patterns in the wind Imagine, as she lies in the dirt As she lets the tears of sorrow run down her face See, the wind brings back a leaf; just one leaf Oh time, you wind Imagine her joy, when she sees the leaf at her hand See she hugs it, she loves it, and plants the seed within She wants to see her tree, but growth is in time And time is in the wind Imagine her joy, imagine her peace When she sees her tree again See the leaves, the beautiful leaves See how they dance in the wind Imagine the child is happy Because she now has he, the tree Dancing with leaves and the wind As she watches all the patterns in the wind #14_10/8/13
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
All the Patterns in the Wind
Imagine he were a tree See the leaves, the beautiful leaves? See the beautiful patterns as they dance in the wind Now imagine time is the wind Imagine I am the child See her so happy, see she loves the leaves? Imagine the tree is her's and she is the tree's And imagine time is the wind Imagine she plays on the tree See how she hugs it? See how she loves it? Imagine her sorrow if the wind blew her leaves away Now remember, time is the wind Imagine the wind is mild Can you see all the patterns in the wind? Creating dances soft and mild And yes, time is the wind Imagine the dances See all of nature join in Hear the song that nature gives us The susurrus of the leaves in the wind Imagine the leaves a-blowing Imagine all the patterns in the wind The leaves; they're leaving, they're going! Recall, what was the wind? Imagine the tears of the child As she tries to catch her leaves again She can not bear to see then going Oh, time, you wind! Imagine the sorrow in her heart Running, running; never stopping again But she can't stop them, but only gaze Upon the patterns in the wind Imagine her running, oh, the child See her stumble, and fall to the earth? See her dirt stained tears as she watches her love, her life, Vanish in patterns in the wind Imagine, as she lies in the dirt As she lets the tears of sorrow run down her face See, the wind brings back a leaf; just one leaf Oh time, you wind Imagine her joy, when she sees the leaf at her hand See she hugs it, she loves it, and plants the seed within She wants to see her tree, but growth is in time And time is in the wind Imagine her joy, imagine her peace When she sees her tree again See the leaves, the beautiful leaves See how they dance in the wind Imagine the child is happy Because she now has he, the tree Dancing with leaves and the wind As she watches all the patterns in the wind #14_10/8/13
This is a beautiful story of losing a loved one. Not through death, but through life and time. But remember you can bring them back again.
EliseE
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
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