As zephyrs tell their tales of woe,
with longing to sweep the trials;
Of innocents watching from afar,
while climbing across the miles.

In ruination they must take heed,
of clamoring soldiers at the gate;
As heroes march in bold display,
spreading miracles from the saints.

Standing tall and windswept now,
the children grasp the leaves;
Enthralled by eerie missives blown,
in ragged layers of words received.

But when the scrolls unravel with,
those stories not yet revealed;
Their grandest secrets will lay bare,
for generations to toss and repeal.

But if their meanings keep at bay,
the callousness of our sins;
Our future lies in layers which,
seek to awaken each life again.