Wind
Standing in a field all alone,
I can see for miles and yet
is as if I am the only person left in the world.
Such silence is almost deafening.
No birds sing, no crickets chirp.
Even the frogs are silent.
The only sound that reaches
my hungry ears,
is the wind rustling the waist high grass
and far off trees.
It caress's my skin like a lover's hand.
Cool and refreshing
it eases the ache in my soul.
I close my eyes and lift my face to the sky,
letting the wind play over my body.
I feel the grass swaying against my thighs
in a dance peformed since life began.
I let my mind go, floating on the currents of the wind,
and I feel my sanity return to me.
With a clarity I haven't had in ages,
I see the world for what it is.
And I weep at the tragedy it has become.
I feel the wind begin to swirl around me,
reflecting the chaos my weary eyes behold.
And in that chaotic wind that burns my skin,
I see the turmoil that has enveloped the world.
War, famine, disease, anger, hate, vengence.
Tears fill my eyes as I search for a glimmer of hope.
A grain of truth in this maelstrom of deceit.
Is there anything left worth saving?
I can see for miles and yet
is as if I am the only person left in the world.
Such silence is almost deafening.
No birds sing, no crickets chirp.
Even the frogs are silent.
The only sound that reaches
my hungry ears,
is the wind rustling the waist high grass
and far off trees.
It caress's my skin like a lover's hand.
Cool and refreshing
it eases the ache in my soul.
I close my eyes and lift my face to the sky,
letting the wind play over my body.
I feel the grass swaying against my thighs
in a dance peformed since life began.
I let my mind go, floating on the currents of the wind,
and I feel my sanity return to me.
With a clarity I haven't had in ages,
I see the world for what it is.
And I weep at the tragedy it has become.
I feel the wind begin to swirl around me,
reflecting the chaos my weary eyes behold.
And in that chaotic wind that burns my skin,
I see the turmoil that has enveloped the world.
War, famine, disease, anger, hate, vengence.
Tears fill my eyes as I search for a glimmer of hope.
A grain of truth in this maelstrom of deceit.
Is there anything left worth saving?
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