The Call

The wind blows strong and heavy; A chill out tonight there must be Fire places burning, the smell of dried leaves; A scent of Autum in the breeze I step outside to take a look around, the world around me lies silent; Not making a sound In the distance, the trees stand dark and tall; The shadows from the moon light not seeming real at all A breeze blows swiftly past me, making me chill to the bone; I smile at this feeling, as I stand here alone The fog, it moves in slowly; The trees, they sway in the wind I take a last look around at this place, not wanting to leave this "zen" But I must come now out of my dreamland; Back to my "reality"; I turn for I must go not, the "piper", he calls for me