As the world turns

As the wind whistles over my head

I look above to see

To see what though

There is nothing there that wasn't there before.

The flowers at the side of the path,

Birds singing sweetly in the trees.

To share with whom?

The answer has been the same,

No one.

They all have seen it before

There is nothing new.

The scene across the field

Is a sight for my sore eyes.

Children playing, laughing, singing

Sweet innocent children.

No worries, no fears.

Oh, how life was then

But yet now gone.

As I turn to leave,

Something in me has changed.

I realize everything has to turn

Sooner or later it will,

Because it has to.