And yet rotates the wheel of time
I have two simple tales to tell
Using nature's basic elements
Fire and Wind
Putting things into perspective
For the fickle and the averse
It all happened but two days past
With two friends, her
And some drunken memories
A dance along the bonfire
Racing shadows and hearts in the glow
Sadly though the flames went awry
The firewater had spoken
The ensuing blaze wreaked much havoc
Incinerated brotherly love too
It was trial by fire
The third degrees proved too much
So here is the tale of the healing wind
To soothe the jilted souls
Of a tall buoyant gust of freedom
To whom problems were little wooden twigs
Twigs that broke their will
In just a gentle puff of smoke
Now the gust has burnt to the heavens
But taught us a lot on the way
Taught to forgive
Taught to forget
And to fill the holes in our hearts
For in a trifling moment
You may be left with none
People search for that breath of fresh air
I hope they create their own
And in that moment
Remember the languid wind who could have outrun us all
On the strength of those long legs
And still the wind burns brightly
And will for all eternity
Hear the subtle whispers
Hear the sad creaking of the leaves
Who miss the crushing weight upon them
And remember still
The fires need the wind to thrive
Only in the wind the inner fire survives
