Shouting In the Wind

Beneath a sky of blue On a plain of grass so green Sitting underneath a tree Thinking of what is And of what might have been A man reflects on fellow man Of trying to help many times Of all things that he was said All the times that they have turned away Standing now and looking to sky And far across the empty land In gathering wind he draws breath Forming words and shouts into the wind Wind that carries his words away Words lost as all have been Words not heard by ears of men All are lost across the land And he turns and walks away