The wind blows causing the trees to do a springtime dance
Whispering wind-chime chants throw me into a dim mind trance
Sitting in a divine stance as the thunder unfolds
Captivating my thoughts, revealing wonders untold
Tears run cold on warm cheeks, the fury of the storm peaks
Cloaked like a Uniformed beast with a secret-sworn speak
Into the trance I'm drawn deep, seeing traces of my being
Tucked into the spaces of my reading from the faces that I'm fleeing
Sometimes I'm so sensitive, I wonder what's the sense to live
Others are only concerned with taking, but me, I'm sent to give
This life's competitive, only the strong survive
But the meek inherit the Earth? Well, then, who stays alive?
As we pollute our bodies with intoxicants, inhale smoke instead of oxygen
Running from the breath of Life, seeking shelter that blocks the wind
Forming thoughts don't end, so I never stop my pen
Sit down and clear my soul and begin to plot again
The body will rot, my friend, but new life springs from old
Heated things turn cold and the hatred stings my soul
The hand I'm dealt-I fling and fold, I'll get a new one next hand
They can trap us if they want, but life finds a way to expand!
© 2003 Joshua Stewart