A quiet
passing
bye
nothing
stay's
its path
the leaves
do roll
the clouds
they float
as the colors
meet
with land
forever
in memorys gone
as you feel
the gentle rock
A friend
to those
who are
going to roast
at the beach on
a day
thats hot
the perfect host
for a man
waiting to give
his daughter away
the flowery breath
of spring
through
which
the flowers
spray
an eary howl as
halloween begins
the results of
winters past...
a breath of
wind
a breath of
life
whos to
know
why
the wind
flys by
the meaning
of our
salvation
is in
the winds
we often
seek
when our
souls
are worn and
weary
the hearts
are often
weak
the
gentle
touch
of how
God speaks
brings
us through
when
life
seems
bleak.
Honorable mention
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