See Now…

See the listless wind now; red, likened unto the sun.
Listen to its soft whisper...I coming; I'm coming undone.
Count this thy day, number true its share.
For crashing are its secrets in the village despair.

See the moon now as it rises on a desert sea.
Listen to its sorrow as it stammers a desperate plea.
Multiply the wind, divide your singular days.
Humble the pitiful servant and the shadows in which it came.

See now the earth wither with her groans and pain.
Listen to her final lament as she slowly dies away.
Square the root before the gasping trees.
For calamities desecration delivers into the blackness beneath.

J. Allen Wilson © 12-2007