Breeze

The wind that blew across the grass sang a song of days gone by, of huge mountains and gold-filled tunnels, of hidden mysteries, and of legends from long ago.

The breeze that swayed the foliage
accompanied the swirling breeze's singing
An increased chorus of far-off places
ice from long ago and sandy sands

The trees were blown through by the wind.
quietly whispered of distant oceans
It began singing and beckoned me to follow.
Through the hollow and down past the glens

The wind blew on the glass in a gale.
had made its way through the mountain pass howling.
A frustrated wail for days gone by
When Earth was taken care of in a variety of ways

The hurricane that tore through the country
roared in rage and took a position.
It uttered a string of foul language.
perpetually battling to be heard

A song of days long past was sighed by the breeze as it tripped across the grass.
A worn-out echo of what once was Of what the race of humans no longer sees