The time as a Wind

By Hercus dos Santos


The time,as a wind,has passed away

And never been back,

The day will also not care of us

And does not know what our true will is.

The flower is so beautifull

But based on the time and naturraly

It will be faded and be roted

Fortunate will also desappear,

Going away,

Sometimes,

We are not been recognised

And we left behind.

It is better,

Looking at the sky

Find the gold behind the stars

In the silence nigth.

It is better,

Going to hear the sound of wave

Beating the white sands at the bottom of mountain

It is better,

Going to look the purity of the cloud

Before the raining comes.

It is better,

Going back to hear

What the conscience

Wants you to do.

And what is the best ?

Nothing –someone says

Then what value of all activities that we did before ?

Is all nothing ?


Answer to us,

The sky,

The wave,

The cloud,

Even we will insist to you

The nature,

The universe,


Why you are all in silence.........?