Songs Of The Wind Poem by George Samuel

Wild wind rush bye
And make the trees say what they say
They pick momentum
Shake off the dead in them
Such that cannot carry on

You hum from your cannon
The music was wild
Tender to living grievous to the dead
Like vampires they went back to their trunk
To sleep and see vision

Mission for one
Only the wind kept their stay
As little they can say
Waving them from east to west
Till they wax weak
To wave no more