The wind it spoke to me
What of you say?
of comings and goings
and the hearty tree's sway

The wind spoke of sunshine
of laughter and peace
It spoke of the rain
and his role as the breeze

It spoke of the night
and the stars up above
It spoke to me gladly
of joy and of love

We spoke til again
the moon hit my face
a smile unblemished
a reflection of grace...

The wind spoke still more
things unlike the rest
of thunder and lighting
and humanities test

The wind spoke of fear
of dread and of pain
It spoke of the demons
and a dreadful red rain

It spoke of our anger
of wars and of death
It spoke to me sadly
with withering breath

The wind asked a question
why do we hate?
I couldn't answer
The wind was irate!

The wind spoke of murder
of judgement and scorn
It spoke of the helpless
who die and who mourn

The wind spoke of difference
all parts of the picture
of coming together
A compound, a mixture!

The wind couldn't fathom
why you, and why me
don't frollick together
like him and the tree

The wind spoke to me
what of you say?
it spoke of the darkness
where red rain fell today.