The wind goes unseen except for trees and trash

Eerily sweeping back and forth

Alone and unabated caring nothing for the norm

Sometimes unseen even angry in a storm

Life is unseen, except one day at a time

Never revealing all at once, in full, no matter its length

A day adds to a day for however long a life lives

Till its death to meet

Living shadows are seen till in dark they retreat

They move when we move all day

They stop when we don't move at all

Where are they when we are no more

Big and bold in bright daylight then disappear at night

But short lives can have long shadows

It's a short time ...this living...sadly they miss more laughing, loving

Like a short run through meadows, we are sad when these short lives move no more

They leave our hearts to see forever the memory and the feeling

Long shadows, unlike living shadows, don't leave us at night

They stay in our hearts, there's nowhere else for them to go

The wind, unloved, dissapears into thin air and like us it will finally depart

Some shadows just die when it's dark

The loved ones, though, become long shadows welcomed forever

They will live forever, but sadly enough, only in a broken heart