He fired his gun into the wind
So, it's blowing would finally cease or end,
But, then from the West came a mighty breeze
Which moved the limbs of the mighty trees.
Then the earth was chilled,
As the wind announced, "I cannot be killed"!
He fired his gun into the sky
While hoping the clouds would dissipate or die,
Then a rain fell fiercely upon his head
The sky acknowledged that it was not dead.
His dream was then left unfulfilled,
As the sky thundered, "I cannot be killed"!
He fired his gun into the sea
The waves crashed and refused to flee,
Then appeared a mighty whirlpool
The sea roared, through as screaming "You fool"!
Water is life and it is unwilled,
"The sea cannot be killed"!
He fired his gun into his heart
Then from this world He did quickly depart,
His soul was then taken by the wind and led to the sky
His body then fell in the ocean for a lullaby.
In the waters his blood was spilled,
He cannot be healed.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Into his heart he fired, great write