Ever so Untrue


This wind that whispers quietly in my ear,
It speaks of tales that dare I fear.
I believe the wind knows what troubles my heart,
For many times it has has teased at what tears it apart.

People say the wind is kind,
That it's got a whole heart and an open mind.
They say it full of happy stories,
And can chase away your deepest worries.

Not so, many others would say.

For many have not met the wind,
They have not heard it's evil tales,
Nor have they seen what trouble it brings.

The wind is evil thing indeed,
And shall you ever come across it, it will plant a dark seed,
A seed that would quite quickly turn heart dreadfully black.
And so I agree, you must avoid the wind.