The Ruins

The wind wrestles the waves, rocking a lonely ship.
The tide created, will never touch the moon.

As sly as silk the wind dove under,
All her pressures captured below land.

She fought to become an anchor
To the only ship accompanying devoted, swimming waters.

Two forces, which battle and serge.

Silk, like ribbon will tie their hands. Interlocking.
Nature beats, arising a storm.

We'll come in sheets.

But chains rust the defeat.

Nature Toned Soul

Green and drifting,
Your branches reached and rotted.

Sifting, drifting
Your cloud expanding and filling.

Swaying arms to swim,
Your aspiration is the sun.

Swimming in mid daylight,
You found the rays that guide you.

Climbing, falling no more parachutes,
Land among the branch you evolved from.

The wind spiralled into dust.
But here your oasis has been found.