Winds of Eternity

Spirit rise on high, unfurl your wings,
riding on the winds of timeless things.
An upcoming storm, we brace the tide,
as the earth holds secrets it cannot hide.

Nature young, vibrant, in full bloom,
yet shadows fall, whispering doom.
Resign to fate, yet fight to thrive,
for in each ending, we’re kept alive.

The storm approaches, the skies grow dark,
but within the tempest lies a spark.
A force that lifts, that won’t subside—
a spirit’s dance, a fearless ride.

Riding the winds, both fierce and kind,
against the currents that twist and bind.
We rise, we fall, we bend, we break,
but through it all, we learn to take—

the ebb and flow, the rise and fade,
the youthful bloom, the lines that age.
Preserve the tide, embrace the storm,
for in the chaos, new forms are born.

When the winds calm and the sky is clear,
we find what’s lost, we hold it dear.
For every storm that rages through,
leaves behind the dawn’s bright hue.

So spirit rise, on wings of grace,
find your rhythm, find your place.
For though nature may resign and fade,
the spirit endures in light and shade.