Oaken — R.P. Wollbaum

We are the wind rustling through the leaves and grass, bringing fresh air and comfort.

We are the babbling brook, bringing refreshment and soothing.

We are the sun in the sky, bringing warmth and sustanance.

We are the Wind Riders, bringers of Peace, Hope and Justice.

We are the torrent that rips trees from the ground.

We are the raging floodwaters that destroy homes.

We are the burniung sun that devestates crops.

We are the Wind Riders, bringers of Despair, Death and Destruction.

I Am The Ghost In The Wind, The Bringer Of Justice, Prepare to Die!