All is still save for gentle breeze blowing memories
Here but fleetingly, then gone again, cast adrift in the wind
From verdant slope and lofted peak memories rise as discarded feathers that dance and play in eddying currents
Rise higher, rise higher, the summit of my thoughts
Submitted now to only memories, recollections of other times
Look out upon field and farm, rolling hills and winding streams
Each awash in the breeze, that gentle breeze of memory
For memories made never disappear, they remain among us
Floating within or out of reach on constant winds
For some the winds blow strong, while for others only stillness
Listen to the wind and your memories will return
