The Wind And I (Old Friends)

On a discourse with tragedy
Mass destruction threatens with intent to besiege upon me
I at the eye of a storm
Grounded firmly in my soil of beliefs

Yet we are old friends the wind and I
Though she may howl and scream in all her clamour
At our best, we dance with jubilation
Just as the loose autumnal leaves

The sparrows and starlings join the ball
Following the whistle of her calmer breeze, with their chorale tweets
The great owl demands an encore
Endorsed by applaud of the swaying trees

So her turbulences I endure
Death by her I have defied a thousand times
For the same winds that cause all of my lament
When I spread my wings, also allow me to fly



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