The gentle wind Chimes the hanging art of music Hung underneath the porch Lullabies of earth and peace
The trees dance in a troupe of unison Greeting all passers as well as farewell The shore drinks from the ripples in the water the soil hardly stores And life synchronizes with the elements
Peace.
Now the fury of the wind Conducts the percussion into chaos a cacophony of furious chimes
The tree limbs are clutched Concealed games of tug of war Whisk and dismember
The shore drowned The soil now revokes the sun from the horizon And life is directed to be hidden from the surface
War
But when the wind chimes fall silent We wait For peace to breathe again.