All I'm Saying Poem by Keith Koech

In the quiet hum of the morning's breath,
Where shadows dance like whispers of time,
There's a river that runs beneath our feet,
Carving paths unseen, yet deeply felt.
The wind carries tales of forgotten trees,
Their roots entwined in secrets we keep.
Mountains stand tall, yet they bow to the sky,
While the moon trades her light for a dream.
The stars, though silent, sing ancient songs,
Guiding lost souls to their destined shores.
So tell me, kind sir, where do you roam,
When the world spins slow and truth hides?
For all I'm saying is, in the end,
We are but echoes in the canyon of time.