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.