From the Hatbox
©ESR 2001

The wind blows through the valley
bringing a northern front
A wind of change.

Nothing can escape its chill
The change is silent but well noticeable.
When seen by the old ways
no one can ignore it
Few will hear the call of
A wind of change.

As it blows, mountains bend
to flame-red roses
Songbirds cower in the mystic oaks
While the hawk flies out for a challenge
The risk is Death.
The gain is a true soul.
The gale whips away falsehoods till the is nothing but
A wind of change.

It changes people
It changes everything
It shows us the portal into ourselves
Shows us what we’re capable of doing
What we truly are
What we have always been uncovering the lies
Shows us the truth of our past