I fell in love with the angry winds
the deep breaths of the world unbridled
they cannot be stopped nor ever be rivaled
the winds that whip and whistle
tear at the roofs and sting like thistle
bring down the hard rains, bring down the hail
with thuds of pain, that makes the earth wail
winds that bend the tall trees to bow and crack
that tear at their leaves, their needles and break their backs
the winds that herald the storms to come
the winds who follow to blow them away
the wind who's voice urges the seas to writhe and spray
that forces and leads all things astray
bringing in new clouds with hues of gray
I fell in love with the angry winds
who blew away all of my angry sins.

I was born, I was born
to a world, I could have sworn
made for me, yet I am torn
between two lives, for both I try
for one is true, the other a lie
yet the latter one will not comply
to the way I wish to fly
for one is made of wild things
of mountains, trees, lakes and springs
birds and beasts
green grasses, and broad leaves
of wind blown meadows, of rain soaked earth
of sun shine skies, where clouds role by
yet of late I find that I must pry
away, and back to the life where I cannot fly
to the life of work, routine, and traffics cry
I was born, I was born
but away from this
I long to be torn.

Face the sun upon it’s zenith
with opened eyes, become replenished
Embrace the cool winds with head held high
breath in its chill glory, breath in the sky
drink deep the cool waters, drink deep and atone
take seat upon your lofty throne
and wipe thy brow with hand and bone
gaze upon the land below,
relinquish your fears, your doubts, your woe
and see your mighty fallen foe
worthy it was, wise teacher was he
drink in your victory, rest on your knee
reflect on this struggle and find you are free
you're bold, you're brave, now revel with me
no earth bound tether, could ever ground we.

I am not this flesh and bone
I am the tall trees that ever grow
I am the rivers that mightily flow
I am the winds that howl and blow
I am the sunshine's unyielding glow
this form of man that you see
is simply, truly not the real me
I am the mountain whom none can leap
I am the valley that time digs deep
I am the rain that over these lands do weep
I am the birds, the beasts, the things that creep
I am what I say, what I dream, or keep
I am what I hope for when at last I sleep
In this place where never I weep.

Summers moon slips over the mountains and shines on waters out of sight. A herald of stars whose light flickers through trees of green leaves, whose constant motion from caressing wisps of wind, hypnotizes the land below releasing sounds of relief and letting go of every woe. The rivers rush and flow endless as time itself muffling the sounds of the earth. All the while the trees, ahhh the trees with their ever changing greens grow straight and true towards the heavens above digging deep their roots into the earth with utter surety and strength.  Steadfast in their quest to grow strong, stretching and reaching for the stars until their dying days upon which seeding the earth with their bodies, bringing in life anew. And as sure as the forests grow or the rivers flow the sun will rise relinquishing its warm nurturing light upon the peaks and valleys, followed swiftly by the chorus of nature’s wakening call. The sounds of which flutter from wing to wing through the branches, leaves and trees as water around stones in the river, beckoning in the mornings light. The sun having shed its wealth only to be surpassed by the gentle summer storms rolling in over the mountains bringing sheets of rain nourishing the greenery that lies below. Bellowing thunderous winds with the smell of lightning in the air eventually giving way to tranquility at last. Alas summer must end ringing in the deep rich colors and smells of autumn, at which time nature lays bare its fruits for all to gather. And the hills become awash with gold and amber as nature hastens its efforts to finish its work before the frost. The nights grow colder and longer until winter’s grasp grows strong, so strong the very faces of the stars themselves change revealing a tapestry of lights not seen since seasons past. Now all the more visible and brilliant in the absence of a shrouded canopy above, while below being reflected back up into the skies and amplified by the crystalline white snows that fall and rest upon the mountain sides, mirroring the celestial bodies that linger an over and beyond. The pristine frozen canvas whose perfection is only broken by the little paw prints of creatures running to and fro seeking  refuge from winters biting chill until spring thaws out winters hold on the land bringing life and tree buds anew. When the valleys will flower and the waters once frozen in time will flow once more over the lands and the tendrils of life begin to fill the very atmosphere with scents and sounds so sweet that one could question if they had stumbled into the pages of a tome describing heaven itself or perhaps had even slipped off into a dream.

On this dim lit day of clouds with hues of gray
My Heart sank, and tears ran down my face
I felt nothing and everything at once and knew not what to say
While in my Heart a cautious ember glowed
My Mind was wracked and ravaged by what it had been showed
A whisper of a hope as flame became rekindled
The Mind had shown the Heart the truth,
And the Heart’s knew found hope had dwindled
The Mind grew wild and angry, the Heart grew cold and hard
As one they stood and faced Life, as it dealt it’s woeful card
They spurned Life’s miserable gesture and turned their backs away
Fading into silence they made a solemn silent vow
Never again would they fall victim, to what happened on this day.