How great the unexpected
How small the minds of men
As Nature sweeps her hand across
I will begin again.

My first was just beginning,
My second had begun,
My third is with the Here and Now -
A lesson to be sung.

And do we know from whence we came
or where our path does tread?
We weave the wonderments of life
with images in our heads.

so the great responsibility

of having such a power
but few of us do realise
until our final hour.

So slowly I will walk again
and tread upon this Earth,
Until my Death does come to me,
In Darkness, then my Birth.

So worry not about your lot,
Just feel the breezes blow.
The cobwebs of remembering
are spun so very slow.

Kim (T. Wells)