This is the first poem I ever wrote at age 14, 20 years ago. There's a 10-letter word Like the wind through the trees When the rain is heard The crashing of waves; The pounding of seas: A land far away as the sun is to me Tears in the clouds drop down from the sky Mirrors reflect it like space from up high Universes cling to it: The stars, the moons, A wandering spirit Yet, when this happens to me, I'm the only one Who happens to be Lonely
Everything is open to the winds of chance.