Mysteries

The wind flew, through the trees,
The wind threw the mysteries,
Flying through the sky so high,
Mysteries for you and I.


The mysteries flew in the wind,
Flying in the sky,
The mysteries flew higher up,
Than ever you and I.


The mysteries landed,
Right in my hand,
I'll figure out the mystery
That's come to my land.


The wind flew, through the trees,
The wind flew away the mysteries,
Now they're gone from my land,
And I hold up my empty hand.


Will it come again? To my hand?
Or has it forever departed my land?
I wonder and wait, looking to the sky,
Are the mysteries just way up high?


The wind flew, through the trees,
The wind threw the mysteries,
Flying way up in the sky,
Mysteries for you and I.


~Storyteller

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