Just Like the Wind:

There used to be [bad word] swing beside this house.

It used to creak on windy days like yesterday.

When violently, the raindrops blew against my window pane.

But,

they made no sound. The triple glazing kept it out.

Yet in my mind I heard that old swing thinking ‘bout,

How can we know the sound of wind if nothing moves around us?

In this hot shinning world, can our voices still be heard?

Or like the wind have we [bad word] a bit more silent in our ways?

In this clean modern world,

is it harder to discern what we’re trying [bad word] 

Just like the wind, could it be that we need a swing?

Just like the wind, what we need is a moving thing.