The Wind


If a wise man decided to rage war against dark

His every word thundered and lightening forked

With a mighty reel gently beautiful trout caught

A good night comes when the dying light is right

Hoarfrost of Winter gusts from chilling far North

Withal care Mother Nature brings up her warmth

A stormy calm bows down to the new age’s birth

Within he who can tell the way wind blows forth