Ignorance Is Bliss For Some

The piano cried The curtains turned their backs The windows slammed Refusing the wind to come in All while the bonsai stood motionless Apathetic to what was happening The wind blew harder and harder The windows stood as guards Willing to lay down their mortal lives He doesn't deserve you You're too good for him He's too weak to be your lover Whispers of revolting loathing Against the innocent wind All watched as he cracked Including the bonsai, who disregarded him And went to console the piano I understand now Mother How feeble and pathetic the wind is She murmured with a reassuring smile I'll forget the winds very being