.

Going where I am called 

When 

The trees limbs, heavy with power

Weighed down my airy sorrow 

That devil who plays riding the winds

Disruption, right?

That which removed, displaces, reconfigures

Detaches us from truth 

Gails carry no such gravity 

Yet fringes decorate our sails 

By time, ailments scorn 

Rebellious aids

In their lessons sown 

If the seeds of deceit breed stronger wills 

Who stands, when we fall against