Waves Weaving the Winds

Waves Weaving the Winds

In the wind every time I see, I find

The dust particles that shine in the Sun's rays

Fallen leaves dried out and rolling on the dirt

Twigs that fell off as the wind rustled

I see small twigs sprouting and dancing to the waves of wind

I see little plants breathing through their small leaves 

And growing to be huge trees that shelter the young birds

I see homes standing and sometimes falling, all through my life

I see birds flying and crying and cooing and wooing

I see pyramids, palaces, pillars and gates, all standing tall

Along with farms and gardens and huts and streets

Places of worship, and unworthy, everywhere people dwell

I see little children with nothing on, play and cry for a morsel of food

I see young women escorted and deceived or raped and left to die 

I see people starting lives, ending if it nears, yet to see some good

that leads hope; death is just a door for one to enter another life