[Very early draft] The winds are growin

The winds grow

The winds of change
They are a growin’
Where to next
there is no knowin’

Raging sea
frightful storm
a quiet quay
but please no swarm

Not quite sure
how long I’ve left
but all I wish
is for the next
to feed this mind
and be complex

//Not happy with it yet but it came to mind as I was walking