The calm
When the winds of time, Their narrow blow,
In tunnels of the world, or grounds below,
The creatures shoo and hide in furl.
As leaves they prance and twirl.
Begins the dance, a freezing breeze.
Puts cold in old men’s wispy wheeze,
Or any other sound,
Blowing in the ears of nature all bound.
Awoke The earth on this still morn.
And stormed eternal in its form.
It bent it broke, the houses shook,
It blew the jungle to the dirt, and took and took.
No hush, it’s brush it painted on the sky its windy storm.
Where every living thing was covering, staying warm.
And every actor on the stage, their visions they were torn.
And every child in a sleepy haze, dreamed the calm reborn.
Oh winds that blow, be stilled like silence.
In the earth bestowed, in dreams nonviolent.
As peace and tranquility sets the sun.
And rises hushed with serenity done.