You were like everything I'd lost, coming back to me

The Passing Of The Winds

From the beginning you were my trunk,
The foundation upon which I was built, my backbone, my
Pedestal
But then, you eased your way up to my branches
Still there in times of need but oh so distant
And now ?
Now, you've become my leaves,
Which I nourish and cherish with all my heart
But, are stolen from me by
The passing of the winds

~ Mima . O