What the Wind Said

The wind howls like it is calling for something
Maybe calling my name,
Asking me to run away with it
I wonder how far the wind will travel
What kind of tragedies will it see
Before it withers to nothing
And dies in the stillness before a storm
If only I could go with it
And leave before the storm arrives
I long to travel so fast
That I forget to listen to other cries
And the wind can be silent
But it can also be heard
In the rustle of the leaves
It rushes across the roads
In the pounding of the waves
It blows against the rock
In the rumbling of the clouds
It moves through the sky
It’s there and I hear it
Calling for me to go away
And be nothing but a pensive thought
To all of those who heard me call them too
 
Like a wildfire
Is ignited by a cigarette butt someone left behind
A piece of garbage discarded in the dead grass
And suddenly is a path of destruction…
The fire bellows and growls, always hungry for more
It’s there and then gone,
Leaving nothing but ashes and distress
 
But the wildfire is remembered
It is seen and heard
All over town there are cries of lament
From the few survivors whom it spared
The wind dies alone with nothing but a whisper
A falling leaf
A weeping willow
A bird finally landing
Because there is nothing more to carry it
But it’s never thought of again
And the stillness is the night
An eerie, lonely, quiet existence
For such a strong spirit
It carries the wildfire on its back
But it’s the fire that is remembered
And the wind dies, never knowing it if mattered