North wind, world wind ,and nothing ever still.
The child spines, the running water dropped from
her eyes, such sight in the open public square.
This wind, I see angels taking notes, but never
willing to do a thing. How patiently sitting as we blow
in the wind.
Moments passing, gone with the wind. The Sun rises,
and I knew heaven is smiling. what hope to cheer when
our world is spinning in the wind. Ha! someone is in control.