Christopher Nguyen
Period 8
1/5/2022
Modern Mythology 2022
Creativity & Fiction
Unyielding Wind
The fields of grain are
Ever flowing,
Torn by Wind.
Swaying as one,
They come
Asking for
Vengeance.
The grain rustles in the Wind,
Jostled by a single force.
The Wind is free.
The Wind is happy;
Yet the Wind is a victim.
The Wind squirms,
She twists,
Changes directions,
Away from her former pastures.
The Wind blew away
To a life ahead.
She leaves the pasture,
Yet she doesn’t let go.
The Wind whispers,
Yet her words don’t sing praise.
She spreads herself evenly across,
Her gusts taking away everything
Yet nothing,
From her former pasture.
The pasture is
Bleak,
Alone,
Desolate.
The pasture is hurt,
Yet is left in isolation.
The Wind blows stronger.
The pasture
Rots.
The pasture
Decays.
Days pass.
The pasture starts anew.
It wishes,
Begs,
To never see the Wind again.
The pasture is never lucky.
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