Zenith was the wind

God told him what he saw

He gave the trees reasons to grow strong

Lamented leaves in seasons fall

Helped with grace

Commanded presence

This was simply Zeniths present

To complement the past and future

Altogether with a constant

Free

Existence

He saw when healing was holistic

He saw when bullets went ballistic

He wafted scents outside the kitchen

Carried news in tumors cystic

It was nothing he was fixed in

But he knew nothing when he blew

All together different

All together

The same tune

But Zenith knew the scheme

If he was always how he is

_How could being the same wind _

_Ever equal that he lived?_

So Zenith became man

And carried the same passion

But this time it was emotion

Feelings he would fashion

He asked God again

If he would ever be

The same

But quantifying limits

Will never lead to change

So wind he was no longer

And follow he did, departed

For changing to love the same thing

Is to ensure we live regardless

**_

How could you break what is soft

And listened to you too?

The wind would not exist if you didn’t

Appreciate it’s tune

I do not care for where I go

Or to be the same way

But the advent of the turbine

Is to live for anyway _**