Listening to the wind

Spiritual rhyme about the beauty behind our greying world

As if with words
the symbols true
they tell a tale,
known to a few...

to me they 'speak'
of stalwart mind
in face of folly,
 man-un-kind...

and who be sad?
as stand and die
in multitude
 astride the lie?

before the flood
for love of life,
for sake of man...
before we die?

How can the people
still not see,
does it not say
our misery?

we , blinded by the light ,
not chance,
A message bids us
join the dance-

to know what is not,
now, to love
Pied Piper
sets the tune,
no dove...

and few resist
 but poor and lame
alone desist
afore the flame...

The trees remain
and bid that love
can never die
as is above...