by Profe Steve
Whate’er blows in upon the clouds Is washed away in rain, Things that once were tired and old Will soon be new again.
The never-ending flow of life That seeks to find its home, Sailng off to crystal coves, My steps shall eager roam.
Life is an unending circle Leading from the nest, To wild adventures far away Then guides me back to rest.
Ripples spread upon the pond, In circles drifting wide, To echo off far rocky shores, Returning with the tide.