He Listens To The Sound Of His Wind Poem by Minister Peacefulpoet

He Listens To The Sound Of His Wind


Don't take my feet
Don't think its a feat
I can read the deceit
The crow is smarter than you know
You have to grow
Earn the night and it's yours
All you got is shoes
And all you want to do is snooze
You're gonna wake barefoot one day
With hay between your toes
Bow down to the grass that grows
The sky, the stars and all that knows

That table that stands was built by a man
Window pains don't grow out of sand
Cherries ain't free
The breath was spoken out of the rain
Dogs barked all the same
Stones fell from the sky from way up high
Did you get hit in the head or something
Wakeup
Someday you will be dead
None will know your name
You'll have no fame
Living off the farmer
Just like the last and former
You dream big but do little deeds
The seeds ripen to the flames
All you can think of is names
Its just a game you laugh
Until you loose

I wish you would listen to me
But you think you know it all
Such as the youth
They fall, get bruised and stand tall
Always learning the hard way
We look for the hard way
Wait for the day that never comes
Never ready for that storm
Some get lost and some stay
The night takes a few
Words knew
Words you didn't hear
Drowned by the sound of your own wind

I will always tell you
Whether you hear or not
Not my story to tell

By: Roger Harkness - Shepard of Peace
5/11/16