When the Winds Die Down

If I had a voice like clover,

dancin’ in the wind,

I’d sing of love & wonder—

sweetness, youth, & awe.

Would you return the favor?

& sing along with me?

Or would you walk to forest springs

& splash among the trees?

We were oh so close once,

sharin’ all our dreams.

Now we’re old & brittle—

frail & weak & spent.

Dancin’ days are over.

Our winds have settled down.

Love & wonder still remain,

but youth has stepped away.

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