The will of the wind with the air that be,
summons the roar from a silent sea.
When this air too shall roar,
a mighty sea bombards a shore
When the wind and sea collude-
all’s consumed all the more.
Can a roaring wind be silenced-
or will it roar for evermore?
A question answered best in rhyme;
The shores are life, the sea is time.
The air is those around us, crying to be free.
And the wind with its will – a roaring poet be.