Change

I hear the subtle whispering
That comes from the wind
I see the world awakening
From their deep slumber within
I feel a new way coming
It’s slipping through the trees
Maybe its just the whispers
Riding on the breeze
Maybe just the beginning
Of everlasting love
Maybe this is when the
Hands will come down from above
I do not know the future
Nor will I try to understand
But I do know change is coming
To the egoistic man.

R.K.H

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