9 June 2012
You can hear me running
Tiptoe through the trees
Teasing your clothes and hair,
Laughing, wings on my heels,
Or you can hear me roaring
As I showcase all my might,
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
And I'm ready for the fight.
Hand in hand with my sisters
The very essence of this world
That makes the tree bow down to us
Makes this universe unfurl,
I can throw you to the tempests,
Toss you round the seas,
Demolish your existence
Through your fear you worship me.
So kneel before your mistress
As I gently stroke you cheek
Before I am gone, as if ghost or spirit,
Though my trace you seek.
The Elements: Wind • Opuss № I