ECHOES AND SHADOWS
When the wind blows there are echoes in time,
Echoes of all that have passed on by.
The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children
Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.
There are the echoes of those who once lived,
Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.
Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,
Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.
Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,
Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till
Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,
Time passed by, seen from many eyes.