I seek, I
plead, I ask, to every God & Deity as I daily pray,
Questioning
on my bended knees, I faintly swoon & sway,
Softly
blowing Zephyrs of sweet exotic & cinnamon breath,
Tell me the
difference between life & of impending death.
I hear Mistral´s minstrels moaning in
mountains cold & mauve,
I peer
through mullioned panes of the old Druids magic groves,
In your icy
groaning, I hark, I strain & I eventually hear & heed,
Tell me, what
is it, from this human, that this old planet needs?
Harmattan,
crippling winds of Africa, parching, dull & dusty dry,
Why is it
that man is so very cruel, please tell me, why oh why?
You blow
their meager seeds to dust, then bury them all in hell,
Why do you
suck the life out of every river, lake & lowly well?
Sirocco, warm
& softly sultry, you of Saharan gold & rainy wind,
Whipping
every beast & Bedouin, brown, gritted & grainy skinned,
Why beneath
the golden dunes, are secrets hidden down & deep?
So when
digging with broken nails, all we leave behind are heaps.
Levanter, windy
flamenco voiced of blustery, gusty & murky greys,
Blowing willy-nilly,
hot & cold, scorching weary souls along the way,
Briny Mediterranean
minions pray pleading upon their broken knees,
Be banished &
take this madness with you, go, we beg you, go please.
Winds by nature,
winds by name & in every corner of this earth,
Some may kill,
some may cure & some may come to give us birth,
Tell us please
of your secrets & then be on your windy blowy way,
Leaving all of
us, mere stems at your bidding, to bow & gently sway.
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