I walked into the lawn and picked up a flower.nI picked up a flower and showed it to brother wind.nBrother wind blowing through the ages,all the people you have known,all a raging storm and faces blown.nThe feather and brother windnsurrounded by thoughts and reasonnstill seems to exist.nThe wind is my brother says he,blessed with wings of flight.nI live with you,you make my beauty known.nI show your power as you mine.nThe measure of man,to be apart.ngreed and lust bring him to his knees never knowning the truth,yet together under watchful skys a dream stirs in slumber and wakes to his eyes.nI walk into the lawn...