Trust not the wind
for on his blowing
is carried the scent
of blood red false dawns.
Be wary of the gentle breeze
for in its gathering curl
hides the anger of the storm.
Trust not the gentle breeze
for by his mood swings
are giant redwoods snapped
and seas given swords.
Bill Mitton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trust-not-the-wind/
