Notes: Outside My Bay Window
I’m watching wind blow through green leaves,
Listening to the fierce wind roar.
This mighty presence shakes old trees,
A monster of God’s own making.
Yet still they stand firmly rooted.
Verse: Invisible Forces
The wind was fierce and cunning,
Rushing through the sky,
Tearing through the green leaves,
Trying not to die.
Like great monsters fighting,
Tree limbs whipped the air,
Trying to unsettle
The thing no longer there.
Looking out my window
I see the wounded trees
Standing firm beneath the wind,
Now just a gentle breeze.
Across the road and up the hill
The trees still twist and turn,
As though the winds that moved them
Were fires that made them burn.
Windows
People in glass houses
Shouldn’t look askance
At people who draw curtains
To avoid an errant glance.
Fierce cosmic winds perhaps, 🤔?