The wind blows,
And I sit here,
Watching the trees bloom.

It is the last time I will sit by this window,
That has seen so much change,
In seasons,
In time,
In me.

It has been a long year,
And this window,
Has seen struggle and triumph,
Sun and rain and snow and clouds and sun again,
Rising and falling.

Things come full circle,
And as a summer comes from spring,
We grow, and live, and change.

We walk out into the sunlight,
Hearts against the wind,
Souls alight.



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