The Westwind

Naked trees with limbs bare
He blows from the west
Spreads their children
Far and to the very wide
Paths are coloured- as
Skies are painted
Rays of Apollo bright and gay

Undressed to sleep and to sleep
To wait for the dress white and cold
Lo and behold!
They wake up very cold and stiff
Very dry and white yet bright
Helius smiled and grinned
Too see them struck right to the ground
The trees mourned and caterwauled
Tears made rivers, rivers so cold
They shook free, free of the stuff
The westerner helped with his bare breath

The trees kissed him and he enveloped
Timid as he was and was off at a pace
This the beginning
Of a new beginning