Howling Wind...

The wind blows, but does it know
     what it is rushing past?
At times it howls, causing scowls
     upon those standing before the mast
I've heard it scream, with ears keen,
     to listen to any words
but with the ringing in my ears
     at times it's hard to hear;
sentences run together too fast
     and words become blurred...

Trees bending against their will,
     the proud ones will break,
for there is only so much
     even the mighty oak can take
but see the willows by the lake
     weeping, but surviving another day...

Whose shoulders don't slump,
     whose head doesn't sag
as comes to us all one time or another
     in this game of cosmic tag?
Some of us are just a little confused by the rules
     and where's the ball, that is all
so easy to play, so hard to stay away
     not all the games we play
are meant for children...

The wind rushes,
     not stopping to brush,
it sweeps away the remains of yesterday...