I was made by the wind,
Where I grew in a lover’s garden,
Surrounded by brothers and sisters.
Blessed by the sun I formed my body,
A top a head of soft white skin.
As the breeze blew I was chosen
By a man to give to a lady,
Where she delighted in the sight of me,
Her fingers touched me softly and cradled me to her breast.
I watched their long loves days, as tenderly as the kisses they shared, but as they raptured
My organs sickened and yellowed for my eternity drew short.
As they danced in the garden, I shrivelled into ashes and embers, for I was the music to their passion.