Did You See the Wind?

Unseen forces weave with vortices of inevitable change.
The standing tall ones bow,
Creaking and groaning.
Self preservation gives way to reverence.

Windsong - Four part harmony,
Melodiously imparted by the directions.
Chorus rising and falling,
Whispers to quaking crescendo.

Diminuendo concealing intended finale.
A Song echoed across the heavens,
Reverberating through the valleys.
Devastatingly beautiful - embracing creative destruction.

Wisely selective.
Outcomes shrouded in mystery.
 The morning after blanketed in fathomless silence,
Soon reveals newfound transformation.

Stepping outside.
The path reveals.
 A walk.
Through the knee deep debris of release.