Listen to the sound, can you hear it dear? <br />There it is again, moaning and howling it is getting near. <br />I can hear it in the valley and on the mountain too. <br />It is a rising wind, cold, and srtong and cruel. <br /> <br />Now it is upon us. We must find shelter soon. <br />How can it be so cold when it is only noon. <br />I look into your eyes and I know we've lost our way. <br />Alone in this forest it will be our dying day. <br /> <br />I can't see you breathing anymore, there is no showing breath. <br />It is a rising wind and it has brought our death. <br />Good bye my love good bye my all, you were everything to me. <br />It is a rising wind and it has set you free.<br /><br />robert meadows<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rising-wind/
