Blowing in the Wind


Windblown answers
Tangled in branches,
High above me,
Draped in trees.
Caught by leaflets
Stretching out to
Pluck them from
The passing breeze.
Stack my questions
Near the trunk,
Climb as high as
I can reach.
Match the wisdom
With the query,
Learn what nature
Wants to teach.
Shake the laden
Branches gently,
Answers fall like
Springtime seeds.
Gather quickly
What you can,
Before the zephyr
Sets them free.