Daydreaming

The wind rustles the leaves,
winding them around the path,
trunks of trees and Conversed feet.

Sounds in the silence of today,
listening to the words the wind
has to say, each individual beat.

Footsteps echoing and eyes
to see all of the beauty that is
surrounding the soul, filling with heat.

Today is of tomorrow but
different and yet the same,
Whence will the two ever meet?

Feet continue journeying,
walking through the present
until the alarm rings and I am back in my seat.