Mother Nature

when the wind blows your way
with its shine in display
nature has remembered us
today

tell me, child
if you still remember
the last time
we planted our feet
in mud and they died

I remember
the blows we exchanged
the branches we grabbed
to allow the wind
leave without us.

what a waste!
we would have been
a part of nature’s memories
a part of life.

when the wind blows your way
with its shine in display
nature has remembered us
today

leonell echa