The pain and sorrow try to engulf my spirit,
But I must take stand to not hear it.
I go back to the good times.
I close my eyes and listen to the chimes.
The chimes that hang lifelessly on the patio,
Depending on the wind to help it show;
Show that the chimes are more than you see.
The wind helps the chimes prove not everything is what it is meant to be.
I am the chimes, needing a push
My friends are the wind, as strong as a bush.
My little piece of Awesome
Comes as quiet as a Possum.