Rustling leaves
Whispering wind
Something is coming
It’s changing again
Falling leaves
Wind’s song dreams
Something is changing
It’s coming to me
Dancing leaves
Rushing wind sees
Wrecking ball is
Charging straight for me
Whipping wind
Shearing me
Flying debris
Cutting and searing me
Sand blasted
Remnants of
Fear and jealousy
Can not stunt or stagger me
Whirling wind
Tries twirling me
But safe in the eye
I watch as the storm blows by
It tinkles the cowbell
And dries heaven’s tears
just listen... Hear the bell ring!
When the wind comes, it changes everything
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