Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Soaring

Soaring through the sky,
Watching the time pass us by,
Wind in our face,
Nothing in its place,
All or the world slipping away,
Moving slowly each and everyday,
Beautiful flowers growing in the grass,
Where to go,
No one knows,
Where should we be,
Only the future can see,
The ringing of the bells,
Can never tell us the tales.