The time is like a windmill <br />Of wheeling on the waves <br />That goes up and down a hill <br />In moments of lots to fill <br />With wonderments and craves <br /> <br />The morning is shining there <br />Onward to fields and roads <br />And giving a circle to adhere <br />From some to almost anywhere <br />Of many its falling loads <br /> <br />Its silences and tones so soft <br />Filling the moments to go <br />And bringing around its oft <br />With a round and around waft <br />Like wind in breeze will blow <br /> <br />The day and night to give in <br />Of each its work be done <br />From dry to water full spin <br />Where each of both has been <br />Until the turning is none <br /> <br />Wheel will strive and break <br />To reach its own destiny <br />Give of what it will take <br />And always be still awake <br />To turn forever and be free <br /> <br />For it's like circle of life <br />In making its going turn <br />And as it too it must strife <br />And break on through the rife <br />Forever to go on and learn<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-time-is-like-a-windmill/
