Echoes in the wind

Echoes in the breeze By Christopher Ross Livingsotne

Spring is back. 

Colours and bloom.

But I still hear echoes from seasons past.

Change is here 

Blooming natute at her best 

And I still hear echoes 

I am here

I walk on into seasnons new

Mum I feel your whipsers guiding me on

Walking on

My blossom heart 

I expressed these sensations of peain and loss

Time has cycled

I touched my sacred heart knwoing 

Those echoes in the breeze were nurtures truth