The flow of life

For a moment, as I stood under an olive tree in the centre of town, I was awash with how times must have changed. How trees, fields, birds, animals once roamed where there was now concrete, cars, bricks and glass.

And then I heard the wind in the leaves, and I felt the movement of life passing through me, and it I heard, its still here, the flow of life is still here, don't let your eyes fool you, the flow of life is still here.