The wind roared wild across the weary land
Its rage too vast for anyone to stand
It tore through valleys sculpted out of sand
A storm no quiet heart could countermand
But then you came—the wind began to slow
Its wildness softened underneath your glow
The air regained a gentle undertow
A slowing of the chaos in its flow
Your presence brought a calmness to the plain
A hush that soothed the tempest-driven pain
The sky descended with a tender rain
As if the wind forgot its harsh domain
So walk with me when storms begin to thrive
When winds return too fierce to feel alive
For in your calm the fiercest tempests dive—
And all the wildest winds grow still and shy