My life’s at Nature’s mercy
So I pray that she is kind.
Each year is spinning ’round and ’round
Like the windmills of my mind.
My blades are old and rusted,
But I hope the breeze blows strong
So they keep turning day by day
Like a catchy top 10 song.
My pump is working overtime
To ensure the waters flow,
But better to be overworked
Than broken, bent and slow.
If the wind should chance to cease
And all the air is still,
My blades will all stop turning
For I am at Gaia’s (God’s) will.
About This Poem
This short poem is a commentary describing how fleeting life can be, and that we never know how long we have on this Earth. Make the most of every moment and pray that the winds continue to blow.
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