The Journey Aside

Wind blows from the east

Bringing in new life

Crisp sounds blow from the west

Accompanied as adventure

It comes and goes with haste just as time

Circulating through the rise and setting of the sun

New beginnings associated with new ends

Yet never intertwined till morning rise began

Searched by every person

Though never grasped by a single hand

Established in every heart

Without knowing it till all is done

Windsw returning from the north

Winds departing from the south

Anticipation grows and dies

For the returning and withdrawal of the new light

Would it last?

Could it last?

Time would tell,

Anticipation would prove to be more than what it's worth