Leaves are stirred and branches shaken
and within my heart the skies awaken
to a tempest of healing—
my heart has been aching.
From where comes the wind?
Who churns the air and sends it forth
in currents of force
that must be much more
than science can explain?
For it’s a gentle peace, and it carries my pain
to far away places, alive at end of day.
Oh come, soothing wind,
wash over my face.
Dry my tears, take me far from this place
where devils rule and my fears collide
in a horror of dreams born from true lies.
Shake my branches, tear at my leaves
and rip off my bark for the wood underneath
is damaged and rotten and I cannot but plead
for a wind to uproot me and deliver final peace.
I have never felt more alive as when
a determined wind bleeds from a sky with no end.
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