January 2, 2009
By Makenzi Knight, Beechmont, KY

I stop to smell the roses

and swim through the tides of time,

lapping forever’s shore.

I listen to the winds of change;

they tell me things.

They say: Go swiftly,

little humming bird,

spare not any thought

for our affairs in your world or existence.

We are what we are,

constant and eternal.

We have a task to perform,

as do you.

Move swiftly little humming bird,

Carpe Diam, spread your wings and soar.

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guess.who said...
on Jan. 9 2009 at 12:35 am
loving it. Its got an interesting flow to it. :D Good work

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