Forbidden Winds

Even the most beautiful make mistakes sometimes. But mistakes are what shapes the term 'grace'.

Yesterday the winds whispered to me

Its scarlet secrets and magical mysteries

Forlorn in its cloud

Forbidden to be free

And when a storm arrives,

It shivers with glee.

Always on the look-out

For the breeze is never safe

Smothered by the sun, clashed by the rain

But still in battle for its amazing terrain

It sweeps the trees

To wonderful song

The wisps of its elements

Always so mesmerizing and strong.

The clouds roll a bit faster,

Birds chirp and swerve in its company

High grasses sway, flips by the bees

And like every other form of weather,

Can cause a disaster.