The Four Winds
Boreas laughs and of his power we will know
His breath in anger, a white blanket appears
He breathes out the north wind and snow
The master of cold and snow it appears
Zephyrus the calm one, sprinkles hope from the west
The bringer of hope, the father of fruit and of flower
From Boreas won Chloris, she loved him the best
Unlike his north brother, land didn’t devour.
Notus, jealous of the crops Zephyrus brings forth
Through summer he rages bringing storm from the south
Determined in storms to scorch the lands to the north
Flattens crops with hot winds when he opens his mouth
But Euros the unlucky one, is he weak is he wild?
Different from Zephyrus, Notus and Boreas that blow.
From the East, he is either violent or mild.
But insignificant it seems to his brothers, we know.
But the God of all says he will hold these winds back
If not, none would be saved.
For come the day he takes his Kingship back
The land with false gods will be paved.
© 25/12/2014
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