Winds of Change

The treesBend, swirlFlex and resistThey shed branches, needlesBut still, they holdTheir groundRoots planted deeply In Mother EarthThe once undisturbedBlanket of whiteLittered now with debrisCovers the tender soilThe moon watches overFrom the westAs the layers of pink cloudsResting in the eastern skyGive notice Of the risingOf the sunThe air is filledWith the howling of the windAndContinue reading “Winds of Change”