The Winds Flow

sometimes it has the face of peace
allaying all the parchment and distraught
and sometimes it just assumes a determined force
the one that destructs...and one that bellow
and the winds flow...the winds flow....

the winds flow
carrying the message; they know
Under the evening sun
on the autum leaves;
they tear their path
and ahead they go...
the winds flow...the winds flow...

the barrenness doesn't trouble them
and the colours don't fascinate them
the apostles of faith and grandness
they succumb to none; but they may bow
the winds flow...the winds flow...

the sea? they laugh on her face
and make noise to kill it's slumber
and over the waves they ride
into the night's glow
the winds flow...the winds flow...

the august winds
have the heart of a hero
a spirit of success
a sound of life
a breath of dream

they touch all; and change all
yet none know their fountainhead
and none know when they are dead
for on all mortals; just one knowledge they bestow....
the winds flow...the winds flow...




{P.S.: I do not know where to place this piece..for all i know this is not a poem..neither is it a text...bt i guess thoughts which have transparent understanding need not oblige any claasification...!!!}