The Wind That Blows

When the wind blow and chaos are done, All doubts, ill at ease grow in the night, And when will its strength be gone? To finally let silence embed the night. Through the trees and over the mountains The sounds of the wind will come to an end. Maybe bring a tremor by shaking leaves, When silence, at last, replace the wind. The peace Godsend means everything, To have on Earth that kind of solitude, In ourselves no matter what is happening With justice of deeds to find good. Patience of serenity is kind and sweet In our spirit, we have been there, So I will look once more before I speak. About where I am going to be next year. If we hope, some wind brings better days Yours and mine, be refine in heart and soul, Love is missing before we went our ways, The world is worse now and out of control.