Zephyr, My Friend - Acrostic Poem by Daegal

Zephyr, my friend,
Ever since your great birth,
Philosophy has never been able to explain
Hidden intentions behind time’s destruction.
You work in hand with the Great Father,
Rending magnificent architectures to scatterings.

Many teachings cast into your arms,
Yet still we do not understand.

Forever have you, and will you govern.
Rancorous winds, spitting in your anger.
In innocence, why do you do this?
Explain your motives, I implore.
Never have we understood your annihilating wit,
Did we affront your godly character? We are sorry.