Change comes inevitably, sometimes welcome, sometimes not.
There is no time for song.
Chasing after the wind.
Trying to capture a few tender moments.
Words are spoken, few are heard.
Taking but failing to give.
Chasing after the wind.
A snowflake falls and is forgotten.
A stream leads to the river and is lost.
A butterfly lives only a short time.
Chasing after the wind.
A little child laughs with joy.
An old man sits by the water reliving past years.
A glance says a thousand words.
No more chasing after the wind.
Learning is no longer hardship.
Joy is found in simplicity.
Our character becomes refined.
No more chasing after the wind.
We are thankful for each breath.
The insignificant becomes significant.
Anger is not worth the energy spent.
No more chasing after the wind.
We dream as the moon and stars watch overhead.
The sun rises as we expect each day.
The wise persevere and have hope.
No more chasing after the wind.
Copyright 1999
Up Country Creations
