Is it a fair trade?

Is it a fair trade?

Waiting for the wind

To change.

It sings a sombre song,

A gentle lullaby,

Drifting from the west,

Rolling and tumbling

Unto the sea.

Warm and damp,

It peppers his face

With a hint of rain.

The air filled with

A vast cache of diamonds,

Finely powdered.

Sparkling spectrums,

Split through every one.

They fall, as splintered rainbows,

In aimless search of treasure.

Will he ever have their measure?

Should he want for more

Than this gift,

When so much else is missed,

Demanding life.

In spite of such a rich array,

The best of him

Lays itself to waste,

Spends so long,

In restless journey,

With little comfort,

And ends in friendless grace,

With barely any mention,

In the memories

Of the children

He leaves behind.

Is this a fair trade?

A choice well made,

Or should he not wait,

Choose a different fate,

Before it is all too late.