Wind, Sun

The Wind is gusting now.

Not continuously, but every 3 minutes.

It’s strong enough to bend trees;

            when it wants to be…

I stood with my back against them,

            (The Sun and The Wind),

trying to ignore them

for fear of what they would do if confronted.

But they continued anyway, and both

            with a bit of hipocracy.

Wind. Is always hypocritical.

Always in a quiet way.

And no one ever notices;

Not until everything it has touched

is twisted.

Deformed.

The Sun?

The Sun is more hypocritical than the wind.

            And much worse at hiding it.

Sure. The Sun still tries.

But you can always see it coming through.

Because The Sun…

The Sun will scorch whatever was there

and wont give a shit.

Even though you think it does.

So I…

I stood there, back still towards them,

and continue to ignore.

Even though I was fully aware

of what was going on,

            I chose to ignore.

Because what else could I do?