The Zephyr's Army Poem by Argentine Tango

'Away, ' I said, to where rays of light
Meet blades of grass, an army of soldiers
Waving at the command of their Zephyr.

Today I fled to where everything is alright.
At times the clouds roll in with a full artillery,
Ready to rain down an assault on all below. Now,

I lay instead, resting among the soldiers
Grateful to be fed. In this place I'm at ease.
In the wake of nature's war I've never known greater peace.