A warm soft breeze blows

The sun descends from the sky.

The scene is peaceful.

You gaze upon it,

And know the sun will return,

Soon in the morning.

The wind and rain, two things I love most. They go hand in hand, the wind and rain. First, the wind blows through and tells the world to be quiet and listen; then the rain comes and washes away horrible things.

Is it the one place you can go?

the one place you can trust

those who are there

no matter where you are

or where you are going?

Is a home where you are always found

and lost to lose yourself in old memories?

I sit under the willow tree

waiting for the approaching storm.

And it comes with a

gust of wind.

I sit under the willow tree

Watching the storm

Destroy everything it can.

It blows over the trees