Travel the skies,
Travel the land,
Flutter the leaves,
Toss the sand,
Break the waters,
Slice the clouds,
Wave the branches,
Howl resound.
Winds of Change,
the future has come,
blow your breath,
on the winged ones.
Part the skies,
slice the blue,
moving waters,
reflecting you.
Four winds of change,
circle again,
the time has come,
to move away.
Shouts of order,
shouts of dismay,
slam these parts,
have your say.
West, North,
East then South,
tomorrow came
from yesterdays mouth.
LauraLee K. Harris