Let The Wind Blow
All my life I have walked against the wind
Never learning to give or yield
Taking the brunt rather than bend
Always the tree, never the reed
....And the wind never ceases
Mountain of granite into the eternal sky does ascend
To cast long shadows upon earth and men
With unrelenting pride it mocks the ceaseless wind
That dashes against its rocks again and again
....And the wind never ceases
And in time this mountain so tall and grand
That has witnessed the rise and fall of beast and man
For millennia against all did stand
By the breath of the wind is now only sand
....For the wind never ceases
In the meadow quiet and serene
Stands a tree bent and broken by the wind
Gone now its pride and all its dreams
And all things for which it did contend
....And the wind never ceases
But there is neither sorrow nor regret or grief
It full well knew of the fate it must meet
Better to live for but for a moment as a tree
Than for eternity as a reed
.....Let the wind blow!
By The French Knight who too well knows the price paid for walking against the wind.