The wind blows above the earth,
The wind unites everything.
Eternal present, blabbering with little sense,
Myopia (or presbyopia) calling itself wisdom.
The earth was here in the beginning;
It will be here in the end.
And always, eternally, the sterile sky soars above the wind.
Earth and sky know all;
Earth may yield up all its secrets one day;
But the sky never will...cannot.
© 2007 by Mark Andrew Holmes.