From the lungs of the sky and leave the earth breathless,
I seem to know that when it strikes the earth,
It leaves me in awe,
And i say this only because the snow is a dream,
And, almost, like call to prayer.
For when the foul winds blow, before the weather is strange,
The only thing that makes me shudder so, is the aura of change.
Wild flowers coming up for air, lonely memories dissipating,
Our minds are the best at this time,
Only because we all become aware,
That everything both inside and outside us,
is constantly changing.