I waited on the winds of time
To waft in gentle words of rhyme
And soon the words were sent my way;
I had a blessing for that day.
But then I knew that others too,
Would far surpass the words that grew,
As time is destined to move on.
It brings new wafting with each dawn
And morning dawns around the world
With love, as e'er a flag unfurled
And messages of peace and joy
Are there for ev'ry girl and boy.
"What brings the wind," I e'er will ask
And just continue with my task.
I'll pen the words as they arrive
And know that they will ever strive
To spread a message true, of peace
And wonders that will never cease.
So waft on winds and bring my poem
To where I call this world, my home.
Because I know that you are true,
I'm right here waiting just for you.
You'll bring the words with brand new rhyme
And I shall pen them down, in time.
A poet waits on the winds of time for inspiration.
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