The wind whispers softly
Of peace and contentment
The wind roars
And we are made aware
It rages against our apathy
With thrashing of limbs and gnashing of teeth
Its cold force bites through us
Lonely souls walking under the trees
Where is love, joy, kindness?
Who shares these willingly, often?
There is too much anger and grief in the world
The wind cries
Wailing under the eaves
Moaning of the lost
We gather inside to share our warmth
Slowly peace comes