The four winds

Not idly doth the east wind blow
So cool and whistling clear
Nor do in vain the rains follow
Patt’ring for all to hear

Not quiet is the western wind
When it winds to and fro
It twists and eddies as if twinned
With crooked creeks below

Not bashful is the wind from north
Its biting, frigid breath
With fervor does it sally forth
Along with wintry death

The south wind is, ‘mong them, a boon
That carries warm and welcome air
That sighs on us like to the moon
So free, so kind, and best: so fair

Oft unseen

Why is it when it rains, the sky

Feels as if it embraces?

Why is it when the sun goes down

We see such heav’nly faces?

Why is it that the beauty lies

In shadows under trees?

Where dappled light and whistling air

Dance light amid the breeze?

For all is neither light nor dark

All exists in between

And life’s true wonder hides amidst

That which is oft unseen

But a part

All beauty of the earth resounds
In songs both wild and free
But learn we must: though it abounds,
Its bounty’s not for me
The trees do whistle, bend, and creak
The birds cry loud and high
And though to hear them we may seek
They’re not for you and I

The earth is its own
And we but a part