Songs of the Breeze
written by NeWT

To Be the Wind

I am the breeze, then, now, and always.

I am the playful gust rippling through the blonde fields of wheat.
The leaves long to twirl around me,
To catch a glimpse of my element,
And the trees bend their boughs in reverence at my passing.
I make mortals shudder with the slightest whim,
I make mighty oaks bend to my will.
I am forever.

But to have been mortal�

To have felt the sensation of soft skin,
To have experienced true love and all its feats!
To walk through the tall grass and flowers in the fields
And feel them tickling my skin gently!
To smell the sweet spring blooms!
To feel the fresh rain descending softly onto my face!
To sleep and dream and awaken to rays of golden sunlight
Streaming onto my face!
To feel the heat of the sun on my back,
And to taste the sweet thickness of honey on my tongue!
To feel the green grass, speckled with morning dew, beneath my feet!
To live�

�And to love�

�And to die.

But we are what we are,
And I am the breeze.

Lament of Her Creation

Alas, poor fields of once bountiful harvest,
Rich soil, and healthy greenery.
Alas, for you are no more.

I remember your birth, O late Earth!
I remember man�s waking moment.
And I too created you.

I have playfully tossed the tide
At the offspring of man
Down by the shore laughing and rejoicing.
Ah, they needed no reason to rejoice, such was their happiness.
And I loved them, too.

I watched them grow.
I watched the Earth grow old with them.
I watched them destroy what they had made for themselves.
I watched them hope.
And I once envied them, when I was young.

But that was milleniums ago,
And now,
I grieve for them, too.

And so I shall continue my existence:
In morning for the once beautiful creation and all its inhabitants.
I shall sift through the eroding soil,
And toss about the refuse.

But I am the wind�

�then�

�now�

�and always.