Submitted by : LadyCroc on Strugle

Yesterday the North Wind visited my garden,

laying waste to the trees and plants,

dancing, twisting, hurling around,

drying up the river bed and dusting the wells,

showering the fields with waves of salty rain,

covering the sprouts with icy layers,

crushing my flowers, bombarding my bee hives,

shattering my walls around the roses,

leaving only layers of silent stones.

Today I walked through my garden,

and I heard the voice of the wind,

asking me: Do You believe?