The Whisper

The whispering wind the wandering dog,
The cold bite of the midnight fog.
The shooting star,
The start of a car,
The darkness of the night near and far.
The sound of silence that will always find us,
The robin awakens where will dawn take us.
The heat of the sun,
A new day has begun.
The smell of fresh coffee, the smell of fresh bread,
Time to move on and leave my homestead.
This day will come and go just like the rest,
It’s up to us to make to make it our best,
For each day we breathe is the ultimate test.
Treat all you meet with the utmost of respect,
Above all try and be kind.
For what we do today,
Will echo in mankind.
When our time comes and we are leaving for good,
Before we are laid down in a box of wood.
Think of all the good things that you have done,
An oriental has just begun.

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