Wonder

Where would I be?

As I looked up in the sky,

The clouds moving ever so slowly,

Like my thoughts within me.

Where would I be?

When time has passed,

And the plants have turned to trees,

I wonder to myself, feeling lonely.

Where would I be?

As the wind blows to the unknown,

The colorful buds have blossomed,

I always wonder to myself, with glee.

Where would I be?

When the sky turned orange,

The body that once has its youth- now has aged.

Perhaps, sitting in my porch, peacefully drinking tea.