• Wind,
    Blowing in the cracks,
    Shifting,
    The sands of time,
    Pulling,
    The words from your lips,
    Dragging,
    The willful sea up,
    Tearing,
    Into the stony ground,
    Enraging,
    A furious fire,
    Whistling,
    The shameful secrets,
    Of terrible kings,
    And malicious queens,
    Yet it also blows in the willow tree,
    Ruffles the pond's surface,
    Whispers against my skin,
    And stirs up the long grass,
    And whistles a cheerful tune against a clear blue sky,
    The joker of the air.