that that swells up the sky with clouds
pregnant with tears to drop
on me

what might come a day from now
a torrent or drought
days on end

alone in a forest lost
I know that man is at a
whim to the winds

and power of nature
no one can ever predict
nor control;

their situation to a
day or pin on their chest a
medal of victory

over her and whimsy
and fate though we try
surprise

may be waiting
just outside a trillion dollar vault
we try

to hide our fortunes behind,
so I will
be kind, and say

Thank you, wind
and seas, and gods of fate
to be

careful,
just in case.