Off in distant forests
carries wind through trees of old
telling tales of longing
summer's kiss in winter's hold
Times ahead are darkened
harken sweeping shadows glide
into the meadows of the heart
to spark the fears inside
Reaching out in hopelessness
the sun falls prey to night
and in it's fiery thrillfulness
extinguished all it's light
Years it seems are sliding past
too fast though day remains
wake to find that warmth remind
our hearts and thoughts the same
Tempered form refined and warm
there's hope in promise made
welcomed night as dreams take flight
a soulful serenade
Listen to the calling wind
it moves through trees of old
telling tales of freeing
summer's kiss from winter's hold
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