I HEARD THE WIND N THE SUN TALKING...

I guess the universe talks within itself,
As I think so since ever.
Where the wind blew never so hard,
And the sun has been stronger never...
And both trying to show there power
N be more fierce than the other
Where in the day I see the scorching sun
At night the wind blows having some fun
The sun being so dominating, making us suffer
Not giving us a sign of shade
At night when the sun cannot be known...
U see the other element tht god made...
The wind shows that the world is its own...
Proving to his mate in rival wid pride
That now its here wen his friend alas has to go and hide
And in its awe to show its victory...
Brings many others to misery...
Uprooting trees n blowing away the dust
Destroying peace as it thinks it must...
And then wen its quite n tired
Of showing its natural wonders...
Comes his mate again slowly from down and under
And in the darkness of the light...
I see What effect this cause had...
The consequenses of that quarell that could be
Only proves that they're two elements that went mad
And I see the broken blown leaves bed on the wet street
And the silence that surounds me
The silence after a storm that comes to greet
And but to greet whom? His other crazy friend who's arisen from its doom
N this silence too laughs wickedly telling him aloud
That his mate could not come to fight any moment throughout
But then as and when the sun does come out all wide n awake..
Its funny to understand this all...
That in this fight who did finally fall?
None of the mates but, its the people who bear...
And they only filled their hearts with fear...
And as the day seeps in again...
I see These mates having as much fun as can be...
Playing together in the evening time...
Not caring who's world it is anymore... His or mine...
They actually troubled us cos they were bored...