Wind

The sleeping leaves of the trees stirred,
As the clouds of dust slowly cleared.

It came on, gust after gust,
Branches bent with the sound of rust.

The noise grew and fell and rose,
It began, the show to end all shows.

It grew hard and loud and strong,
It blew sharp and hot and long.

Raging fires it began to douse,
And shattered many a strong house.

The heaving seas rose and fell,
The tolling of the death bell.

Mammoth waves soared and curled,
Dust storms twisted and swirled.

Wiping out all, the loose and the pinned,
And so it began, the War of the Wind.

- Aviv Nair
17 Jan 2008