"Ode to Winds When They Shall Meet"
Northern Master, frigid singer of frozen, barren lands,
Your power forgetten as an hour of sand.
Eastern Emporer, gentle corressor of romantic thoughts,
You love left unfelt for oh so long.
Western Lord, mysteries concealed from naked eyes,
Your enigmas left to wither and die.
Southern Enforcer, merciless law to days old,
Your words unheard for time untold.
Where are You winds in these modern times?
Retired perhaps to a palace in the skies?
We mortals dare to dream where You might be.
Perchance under the spell of invisibilty?
Wonder why Your voices are clogged with clay or dust,
When we've seen You power around us.
Maybe Your children play as storms, hurricanes, or typhoons?
But their presence let's us know You still rule.
But they are not enough to satify Your needs for our attention.
For when You meet begins a tornado's demolition.
Fear from its actions bestow to You more power,
And yet we still refuse before You to cower.
Whether it's anger or wanting that drive Your desires,
Please, Four Winds, Gaia of this game tires.
The effects ot our stubborn exchange make me shutter,
With no stop, it'll wear away our dea Mother.
