Season of the Changing Winds

 

She has heard your heart before you

and understood what it has whispered

You will feel her on the breeze

That quickly comes big sister

 

Decisions that you’ve yet to make

when she is on her way

Will be escorted to the grave

The thrumming of the crimson king will say

 

She comes dancing righteous rage

to cut deceptions grown too tall

with beloved machetes gleaming

Her strike will heal it all

 

And with a word she clears the way

Stand back and watch the tearing winds descend

To let you know you cannot stay

She is the season on the changing winds