…and the wind
by stephen tate
and the wind, blowing over the rocks, the seas, the valleys, and the trees, said to the sky, â€™tell me how it is that you have fallen; tell me about the day you died.â€™ Â And the sky, looking at the vast, at the small, at the large, and at the tall, said to the wind, â€™I was here before I met you, and here is where Iâ€™ll stay. Â Nothing in the Heavens, or earth, can make me go away. Â Yes, with each passing year I fade a little bit. Â But then again, what is that to you, you little bit of wisp! Â You have each day to play, for fun, and to run around, but me I am the sky, and to this earth, I am bound.â€™ Â And the wind, nodding slightly, shook its head and sighed, â€™I see now how it did happen, dearest sky, my friend. Â You are one of the dying ones, always nearly to your end. Â But come with me, enjoy this day, and make your spirit light. Â For without you, I am nothing, so with me you should not fight. Â Letâ€™s enjoy the suns hot rays, and you can ride with me! Â Â I will let
you guide my hand, and would hear you scream in glee!â€ Â The sky scowled its fiercest scowl, and looked down upon the wind,â€™ I do not have time for that, those things that you do hold dear. Â I am the sky, and like you said, the end is nearly here!â€ Â So the wind floated wearily away, but as it left it turned face skyward once again, â€™what will you be doing that you have not done before? Â What is it that you live for now, what else can you ignore?â€™ Â And the sky watched the wind go, and tears did slowly build. Â Rain came hard and fast that day, too fast for a hand to shield. Â The sky poured its soul, down upon the world. Â What is it that we live for now, and what else can we ignore?
…and the wind