The Roar

There is a roar outside my window, one of ebb and tide,
though no ocean is near me, the rhythm and cadence cannot be denied.
Summer, winter, it surrounds me, whether it be day or night,
all I can do is absorb it and wonder at its stamina and might.

There was a time when outside my window, bird and frog song were
all my ears would be amused with, there was no roaring monster anywhere around.
Yet the roar is not unpleasant, like a hypnotic beat asking me to join.
The only problem is I am happy with my birds and my frogs.

There are times the roar does annoy me, as I question its demands,
would that times were less somber, I see the trees stoic silence
and the sky's hazy sighs, time is marching forward, but who is
its master giving the commands?

I listen to my flowers and to the grass beneath my feet,
I delight at silence's wonders and their key to my heart and its path.
There is a roar outside my window, one of ebb and tide,
though no ocean is near me, the rhythm and cadence cannot be denied.

Would the roar was a drumbeat, full of hope, passion and delight,
one that leads us through the forest to where beauty, kindness and clan
were given to prosperity for all, not just for a few with steel and teeth in their eyes.

There is a roar outside my window, one of ebb and tide,
and on certain days it sounds like music, leaving fresh salt for my thirsty mind.


Trudi Ralston.
for Nicholas.
December 21st, 2016.