Song of the Wind

On waves I swept from clouds of grey to make once tranquil bliss astir - together, we would join the fray - a tumult tango beckoned her. Fandango spin upon the seas where tempests tease a tropic storm. What once was born a peaceful breeze now grows in yield - now comes the swarm. On every churning white-capped wave, my breath in howling echoes dwell, then dance ashore and misbehave where Nature's fates forebode, foretell...