The wind cries

The wind cries

A lonely sound

Echoing through

Deep canyons

Seared into the earth

Deeply charred

Open scarred reminders

Of the natural order

Nothing more powerful

Has been found

To replace

The relentless

Pace of change

Everyday is charged

With new vigour

The wind howls

Not in rage

But inevitability

Tearing at old wounds

Opening new ones

Blindly goes the way

Of all things

Endless is the blessing

Of ignorance

When all things

Remain unknown

Listen with me

There is no favour here

But the wind whistles

Through the avenues

Cavorts in dust bowls

Whimpers limply

In sleepy hollows

Rustles languorously

Through luscious

Weeping willows

Cries out alone

In the wildest of nights

And I believe

It cries for you.