The Soft Wind
The soft wind climbs higher into the air
And stays there swirling around the world,
In a flow that floats through the atmosphere
Watering earth with rain from the clouds.
The soft wind blows upon the tress
Shaking the leaves falling to the ground,
A gathering that comes with constant ease
dropping limp and dead without a sound.
Bright colours turned pale and loitering
Spoiled and sprawling along the paths
Where the beauty of nature is preparing
Another descaling from the remnant left.
A soft wind comes like a friend to pretend
When all is well, in whose lives they dwell
And tries to hide the sting to bring an end
Within the being of a realm deep as hell.
Listless lips brightly blowing fiery kisses
The trail of bewitchment leads to poverty
soft and wet, some faces have near misses
finds truth before mortality makes mockery.
Copyright © Gerald Legister | Year Posted 2020
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