The wind--- Aeolus
abandoned by the skies-- baptized by the sun
unbending dagger
unending-- undying-- relies on no one
impartial to none in its way
spiteful at play--
it invades-- enslaves
behaves without conscience
arising against countless mountains
rushing along the horizon
like a mischievous banshee
it wanders by day-- haunting the night
whispering warnings-- just for delight
finds fun in a teasing breeze--
brings men to their knees
its mood is odd
yet even the trees bow to this god
who sailors respect with prayer and fear
Restless-- is this rousing wind they hear
though through punishing eons of erosion
it is not without compassion...
When Neptune's daughter, the embracing rain,
sends the wind an invitation… To be with her,
there is never hesitation
the unbound wind, not making a sound,
will even leave, with every effort,
its favorite playground---
the prairie desert
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