Blow Winds Blow

Blow, Winds, Blow Blow, winds, from the thick, suffocating heat of the steamy tropics, from the arid deserts of the high plateaus and frigid steppes of Asia. Blow from the eastern seas and the western oceans across the weeping rivers and jagged mountains. Ripening seeds of change search to find a home. Howl, Winds, howl! Find your way through the cracks of open minds and plant your seeds. Then whisper, whisper them into the ears of those who need listen and hear. Blow them like cinders into eyes to make them aware so they process truth as it struggles to drive its roots down deep. Blow, Winds, blow far away and wide into hearts and minds. Let the good seeds take root to burst up through the mud and mire to grow straight and strong, to multiply and proliferate, choking out the roots of weedy lies so we can once again breathe free.