The Whispers of Time

March 9, 2010
By Anonymous

Whispers rustle trees,
winds of time awake.

Restrained gales-breezes,
they are blowing my hair
ruffling the earth,
caressing it
with a mother's touch.

These winds of Time-
they are
heedless, relentless,
reach everybody,
yet touch no one,
blowing puffs to remind us,
to never forget-
you are only alive, and not invulnerable,
dust to dust,
one day,
you too will fade away.

The author's comments:
I hope people will not shy away from so called "dark" pieces just because they are such. This poem is about humankind's mortality, and my hope is that people will think about appreciating each moment life gives them more.

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