As the Wind Blows

As the Wind Blows

Wind blowing through the trees,
through the branches and through the leaves;
you know its there, with out a doubt,
makes you angry makes you shout,
makes you cry for reasons unknown,
listen to it whine and moan,
unbeknownst to you and I,
there is a reason, and a why,
we'll have to guess, to imply,
because there's nothing to reply.

Love and wind are the same,
yet one is wild, the other tame,
both keep secrets, never share,
filled with joy and despair,
never see them, yet they're there,
you can feel them, you're aware.

It took a man old and wise,
to get me to realize,
that I couldn't see love or the wind,
nor should I try to comprehend,
for feeling alone, cannot explicate,
I begged and pleaded for him to restate,
for I was puzzled, baffled, confused,
he was laughing, mildly amused,
he chucked, sighed, then said okay,
he told me my feelings wouldn't lead me astray,
I would have to look at what my feelings said,
I'd have to use my heart, not my head,
And so I did, and quickly understood,
I learned a hard lesson, and now you should,
I turned to leave, and felt a breeze,
as the wind blew through the trees.

-Jon Wimer