Momentum

The Momentum of how it swings when the breeze is all but sound, it's a graveyard of endless love, and a sacred holy ground, it moves throughout one's  vision in exchange for light abode, never truly realizing the path that heaven sowed, the sweetest melodies and the night air whispers cold, waiting for the rising sun and the mighty prayers of old , Its the planetary dreams defined,  turning sorrows into gold,  for those who wish to value love, with an everlasting hold.