A gust, of wind, pushed me, pushed me back
Through the clouds, falling rain, reflecting lives that might have been
Droplets form, chaos churns, choices made, or were made for
A gust, of wind, pushed me, pushed me back
Soaring through, clouds of life, glimpsing at what might be right
Butterflies flap their wings, hurricanes exploding rain
A gust, of wind, has brought, has brought me here
Roots now cutting through the ground; the garden's bounties coming in
Savor, the fruit before it browns, noble, in kind, august, fruit vines
A gust of wind brings nourishment, leaves catch pollen and the sun
Same wind poison comes as well; thorns scrape, extract, and pass it on
Are we, in kind, pollen, poison
Let's taste this now, may be we'll be freed
Pass by, push by, all thorns that may be
A gust of wind will push me on
Blown down, these roots will dig no more. Crumble under elements
Decayed, consumed by all; how long, till we, nourish, feed weeds