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.