A few extra pounds .
............Gone with the wind
It is a matter of years in reality
And then there would be dust
These years I seek to coat
With the paint of immortality.

Can I spread across my wings
And shelter the ones forlorn
Can I guard the peace
Of each house and its string

Can i be the voice
That creeps into the soul
Can i be thr drum
That silences every noise

For there's a limit to all
And I shall be gone with the wind
To an island unbound
With the no exit permit

Before its that late
I have a small wish
To fill in colors of life
On each and every gate,

Blesseth I am that I can here
To cheer for nature and its elf
Have loads of work to be done
Before the self begins to tear.