The winds song.

The wind is calling through the trees,

as I sit huddled before my computer,

looking out at the dark night sky;

its message is cold and dry

as it rises into a tumult,

saying how dry am I ,

not as destructive as you,

not as deadly as you,

you realize I even blow away

all the pollution and poisons

you put in the air,

so don’t berate me,

rather celebrate me

in all my howling glory.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s