The wind blows in the trees outside but we are blind to its meaning
It is nothing more than a source of air, with nothing intervening

So long we sit and stare at the leaves gliding through the breeze
In our half dead stare we are unaware and exist through life as we please

With a heart to beat, and hands to greet, to change a life is an easy feat
But that takes time, and a strenuous climb, so let's keep treading easy street

I have dreams to pursue, and the days are so few, I will after these few things I must do
Meanwhile the dying wait to be fed in the heat, the hopeless continue to bask in defeat

Is life so awful? Is life so hard? A slight burn to you while another is charred
As our care free eyes drift into the trees, another across the sea is living in disease

Think for a moment about your troubles combined; gather them together in a second of time
Then place them down on the one end of the scale, and watch the weight of the dying prevail

Can just for a moment our eyes see what needs to be seen? Can we observe the entire scene?
Yes we can, I know we can. But in a selfish rage we choose to leave the helpless unseen

The words in this poem are the words of few. The voice of the chosen who know what to do
The fact is that most will read this and weep. But five minutes after they will fall back asleep

The Lord looks to the ones who have compassion to take what they have and learn how to ration
But in a world where mine is mine and yours is yours, to give what you earn is not a high fashion

So is it worth taking a moment of time? A loss on the ladder of popularity you climb?
The Savior suffered His everything on the tree, but for the joy of others we won't pay a fee?

So ends the thoughts of a selfish young man, staring into the trees when his poem began.