Winds

The soft spoken winds,

Told me a secret that none ever willed,

With a gentle tug and low moan,

It whispered the pain and groans,

Of the southern seas.

There I lay wide awake,

Terrified I made the same mistake.

It told me the warfare of the distant lands.

That stood silent despite growing connections.

With courage I muster,

I walked through the barriers that stand.

And the cold winds brought in rain and thunder.

For the cries of the numerous people offshore.

I reached out and grabbed hold,

Of the people that grew thin from drought and cold.

As if with cue, the groans subside.

And I am left with nothing but a terrible dream.

~S.H.~