The East Wind Poem by C.A. Morrow

The glorious East wind howls through the trees
It brings man's nature to its knees
The spirits of fortune ride through the air
offering childhood adventure to those who dare

Oh, powerful wind, the music of my tossing soul
rage upon my mind as my heart needs control
Bellow loudly without a demon's care
for in the treetops, my life sails there

Oh, East wind I fear not your Hellish roar
for you lift my heart and let it soar
Surely from Heaven's gate you descend
to cleanse the spirit and let it mend