It came from the East Sweeping through valleys of trees Across Southern Plains of Leftover tumbleweed Can you feel it? It swept low As full moon’s glow crawled Along the ocean’s face …Stirring the loins of spring As old, oak trees renew their Shade dominance Can you feel it? Caressing wave after wave Of wide open sea Before whistling Through the hood Can you feel it Tiptoeing along dust particles Of polluted skies Racing hills and hollows Of desolate lands Whipping the sands Of the dunes From crest to crest Feel it…if you can It’s harsh hand Reshaping foundations Of good and bad relations Can you feel it? With whom does winter’s breeze mate If not the four corners Of the universe As GOOD fornicates with EVIL And losers raise their voice In cheer Winter’s breeze washed over me I could not hear the roar …could not see temptation Placed before me ‘til my heart stood still Can you feel it? Can you?