The Wind, being of formidable strength,
Floods and tidal waves,
Burns, scorches, and ignitions,
Grew to fear, to lament its own ways.
The destruction of life,
The crumbling of earth and rock,
Tearing himself apart, for this,
And nature and life bearing the loss.
The Wind of change moves down,
And came to her, seeking forgiveness,
To kiss the ground,
To be closer to nature.
Yet, as though expecting him,
With open arms she welcomed him,
Mother, stranger, friend,
He would return to her again.
Something in the air grew fresh,
And nature spread, warm and lush,
Blooming plants breaking through strife,
The children of the Earth, and Life.
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