Clouds loom drifting, passing by,
The west wind gently tempts them on
Though no one knows what cause them cry
And no one hears their pleading voice
As all their acid tears well dry.
Snowy white, in rank and file,
The south wind warmly glides them on;
Smiling wryly all the while
Natant high above the earth
Ambling on, mile after mile.
Alluring to the offhand glancer
The east wind briskly chafes them on
Skittering like the showtime dancer
Yet hidden deep within their breast
A growing rude and covert cancer.
But nature's wrath will bid her toll
The north wind casts the clouds astray
Freezing. breezing, pole to pole,
The stricken, tainted, wisps will die ~
Dare no one care to save their soul?
So now as time is dwindling low
As the ill winds clime their worst
The poisoned rains, in flooding flow,
Rape our land to end mankind ~
And still, the winds shall wanton blow.