Tears Of The Rose

Wind

Calm, confident;
Breezing through the emerald fields,
Picking its way through
The old cottages made of brick

In its domain, the sky, it is free
Lifting kites ever higher,
Soaring eagles and butterflies;
They can never, ever best the wind

But pride is the Wind's sin
Arrogant, it turns away from the field
Looking to the bustling city
It accelerates and speeds up

Tangling clothes on bamboo poles
Tripping the young ones who fall
But the wind doesn't catch them
It whirls around them mockingly

And then, wrecking havoc
Causing chaos
The wind surges into the city
With glee it claps it's hands at the

Multicoloured buildings of glass
Fragile yet beautiful art pieces,
At intricate structures of diamonds
Shining in light like daytime stars

The wind explores, knocking down
Trees, lampposts and potted plants
Ugly compared to modern art
Worthless compared to pure jewels

Ripping wires, tearing metal
Shatters glass, breaking bricks
What the Wind so desired
Fragmented in its destructive hands

And finally it realised it's mistake
The destruction wrought and
Chaos caused
It's slows down, calming

It slowly winds its way through
Broken streets and beaten families
Houses with roofs ripped
The death toll still steadily rising

It quietly creeps into nearby allies
Seeking refuge amongst already
Broken places where people throw
Unwanted, unloved things

The stub of a cigarette, a broken pen,
The dying hands of a clock still ticking
A worn toy bear looks at the Wind,
Accusative with its one button eye

The Wind sighs and settles itself
Among the unwanted things
And lonely, it begins it's new life
By lifting the toys to dance in song
As it tells stories of the meadows
Of the beautiful city life outside

It only neglects to say that it destroyed both the city and countryside.