Time Flies

The silence stands, but the whippoorwill calls.
Without any regard to the swaying trees, carrying the sound of the gentle breeze.
He’ll take off his hat to the pouring rain, too scared to show his face.
But the wind just carries under his wings, where he can get to a different time and place.

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