Encircling winds

The wind doth blow, seething and enraged
Everything is nice with no sympathy for the dying
Hounded are the Oaks, Willow and Pine
Everything is fine when you block out the crying
Whistling with violence, a plague for the earth
Constantly sad by your lack of reality
The wind is Hatred’s friend
Scared of giving you die away alone
Young Tree’s are uprooted and killed
Continue to lie, continue to hide
The raging power battles onward
Deaf, dumb and blind you suffer without hope.

Enjoy from Jacob