The Wind

The Wind

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