by W. Diane Van Zwol

Created on: May 25, 2008

I Waited On The Winds Of Time

I waited on the winds of time,
To waft in gentle words of rhyme
And soon the words were sent my way;
I had a blessing for that day.

But then I knew that others too,
Would far surpass the words that grew,
As time is destined to move on.
It brings new wafting with each dawn

And morning dawns around the world,
With love, as e'er a flag unfurled
And messages of peace and joy,
Are there for ev'ry girl and boy.

"What brings the wind," I e'er will ask
And just continue with my task.
I'll pen the words, as they arrive
And know that they will ever strive

To spread a message true, of peace
And wonders, that will never cease.
So waft on winds and bring my poem,
To where I call this world, my home.

Because I know that you are true,
I'm right here waiting, just for you.
You'll bring the words, with brand new rhyme
And I shall pen them down, in time.

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