THE WIND
I shall set a tale upon a mighty rock
two trees stood tall high on a hill
howling rains and scowling wind
scorched hard against each trunk
reminding the other
of each other's fragile limb
which is the fancy of a flight of wind
but each stood firm
while it rocked to the root
those who sit in the vessel
smiles at the storm
so the trees stood firm
through it all remaining tall
upon a mighty rock...