The Winds

The winds are subject to change
Yet in the wonder lust of yesteryear
We become something that is not
A portion of our manifest destiny.
We stress and strain to regain
A piece of life not worthy of desire
Too ignorant to know that
We were never supposed to take
Residence in that place

The winds are subject to change
Yet we look forward praying to
Our God that we don’t believe has
The Power to fulfill the very fantasies
We seek yet are so afraid of.
We plan and plot
To overthrow these other souls
We believe are in the way of our
Self structured plans, shifting the balance
Nature struggles so hard to maintain.

Scared Little Rabbit, the winds are subject to change.
They were never constrained to one direction
Or one temperature or one severity
They do as they please
They never want to take destiny from oceans or trees.
The winds know who they are supposed to be.
Taking on the world with pride and confidence…
The wind is exactly what you see.
The winds are subject to chance, so why shouldn’t we be?