Long time ago

Winds whispered into my ears,

The tales of time long ago,

Reminding me of things,

That were no more.

I thought

That I could leave it all behind,

Nonchalantly surging ahead.

But those tiny wisps,

They kept floating back.

I see my life barren,

The sturdy trees of yonder,

That blossomed with love to the core,

Now cut to bare stumps,

Stunted and forlorn.

But Time heals all wounds,

Life can grow again,

From little that is left behind,

A part of me,

It shall always yearn for times of yore,

I can never entangle your roots,

That run deep into my soul.