The Wind That Rocks!

Copyright © February 2, 2016
by P. R. Lowe

The wind that rocks the scrubby pine
it isn’t yours
nor is it mine
You may hold it in a turbine
or mix it in a glass
with something weird
inside a lab
and spray it from
an airplane’s ass
You may feign it’s purchase
or it’s selling
to create some need and fear
you may publicize a message
that doom and gloom are near
but nature does the telling
and her message is quite clear.
So go ahead
Try to duplicate those forces
that truly are not ours
Yeah, instead
fool yourself in thinking
you subjugate their powers
but the story’s told
and retold
you cannot control
or even hold
things so new that they are old

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