Makes chaos
Of the once living
A beautiful mess of color
The wind turns
On the hind haunches
Of His Majesty
"Change"
And we are left motionless
In His wake
Pained with the cuts of unknowing
Motionless, speechless
We stand
As the leaves of chaos and color
Envelop us
We feel fear and guilt
Sadness and despair
Yet we also feel
A measured anger
And a bruised sense of righteousness
And in this we find light
For these
Are the motivators
Of our human souls
These are the pieces of our spirits
That enable us
To walk proudly
Into the fog of unknowing
As the leaves settle around us
We stand tall against the wind
For we are stronger
Than these tears may suggest
These tears are
The witnesses of our power
The testament of our faith
Fall Wind
Yes, dry these tears today
But Majesty be damned
You see them tomorrow
For in the morning
We march forward
Faces accentuated
By dried riverbeds
And emboldened souls
We are a powerful
And a stubborn people
Our resistance
Is defined by the autumn colors
You strive to confuse
With your entropy
Our souls are now calmed
Our hearts filled
And our marching feet
Oriented by your gravity
Look to your horizon
There you will see us standing
In the dawn
Witness our sunrise
And beware of its Beauty
The easy life of your past
Will be gone
For we come to rob your ease
And the costly complacency
You once knew
Majesty
Until dawn
When we see you again.
