A memorie
a time of the past
is just like the wind
It can be sweet and full of scent
traveling farther through the trees
still the wind can be dangerous
blowing hard like a hammer hitting nails
it becomes a tornado
destroying everything coming from the clouds
it has a dark and light side in its own invisibility
you still know its there even though you can't see it
you can feel it and remember it being there always.
