There Is No Future Without Us. Poem by joe acacia

the wind that blows coming from north,
it fills us with strength.
all the clouds of the past left without a noise.
the sun is getting old.
and all the leaves of the tree are passing trough the sun rays.
but i still like the sunlight on the fallen leaves.

for me those things never change.
nothing strange-seasons look the same.
just like flowers always bloom in spring,
the sun always shines brighter in summer.

it's already summer break.
and the wind blows stronger.
then goes back to its eternal rhythm.
never i ever dreamed of what the future reserves us.
but it's better to embrace it then remember it.
the future might be uncertain,
but i know there is no future without us.