The winds
The winds of
change have come
The winds
They know
before I do
They elevate
the pressure and ease
Without them
id be shaken
They hold me
still when I lean on them
The winds
The grasses
The grasses
sway my way
The grasses
They point
my direction
They hiss
and hush an unsure sensibility
I’d stare
blankly without them
It’s a
conversation when i have nothing to speak
The grasses
The water
The water
pours out of the river
The water
Id escape
too if I were it
It’s brown
and ugly with rubbish
Its kind though,
allowing the boats to float
I can see
its softness
The water
The winds,
the grasses and water, they all speak what they know.
