Still
Windless
All around is quiet
With tenderness
Breeze begins to waft
Feel the turbulence
Feel the friction
Feel the hypotense
Feel the growing cyclone
My speaking is a step to becoming
My thinking is a step to being
The blowing breeze
Becomes the wind wild
In which the wild geese
Are unable to take flight
Feel the turbulence
Feel the friction
Feel the hypotense
Feel the growing cyclone
My speaking is a step to becoming
My thinking is a step to being
The wind alters to a cycle
It grows high and high
The cycle turns to an enormous spiral
Only friends may dare to go by