The Watcher

The Wind grew eyes and raised its head
Looked out upon the world and said
"Darkness falls and the earth burns red
I must keep watch lest good fall dead."
The Sun from near eternal rest
Awoke and on her rising crest
Heard the Starlight try her best
But blackness creep forth from the west.
As Trees grew tall, arose and stretched
They found that truths that once were etched
Were gone but for a piteous Wretch
The watching Wind had gone to fetch.
The Earth was blind, her People deaf
The Moon was mute, and all 'twas left
Were faded hopes of things bereft
Of substance back when minds were deft.
So Nature cried and Nature wept
And Wind died down, no longer swept
Hither and thus, not so adept
For on his watch, in Death had crept.
But Wretch stepped forth and claimed Wind's eyes
Claimed Wind's tongue, awaited Sun's rise
Then gave to her vast, endless skies
A voice, a vision, strong and wise
That she might see now where she would
That she might speak now what she should
That she might break from darkness' hood
A sleepless vigil o'er the good.