Conversation with the wind by Adam Parry

The wind's my friend
some say  she pushes you up the hills
and away from places you really don't want to go.

But turn from this wind, is what I say, turn this storm into
electric lights, turn against the war like wind, hush her
spirit with the flick of switch.

The wind though sings of a thousand worlds, whose voice will never be tamed
or mimed or maimed.
And on the wind came thrown down by crows
that mankind was gone away, never believe anything
or maybe that was a rumour, some gossip.
Never mind.
It's okay, mannie, its only the wind.