Listen to the Wind, it tells a story
Pain brings Suffering, invites Loss
A story of road-way under water
Homes misplaced, Pain embossed
Listen to the Wind, it tells a story
Rain brings Flood in times of Drought
Extremities of sunburnt land
Time thine enemy, Time brings Doubt
Listen to the Wind, it tells a story
Cars on road become boats on stream
Arm reaches out for things heartfelt
Material things left, worth unseen
Listen to the Wind, it tells a story
Communion at hand in times of toil
Strangers, together, salt of the earth
A weathered earth, salt of the soil
Listen to the Wind, it tells a story
Silent whisper waiting gust to come
Like the calm before the storm
Like the sun before tsunami’s thunder
I share extremes of drought and storm
Tragedy cares not for whom it choose
One day I’ll be fighting Flood or Fire
Next, tragic intimacy, shared with you.
Be there no time for absolution
No time left to halt and savour
Plentiful spirit, communal sort
‘Tis the spirit of your neighbour.