A worldwide force, respected, a permanance.
Noticed by all; everywhere everytime.
The Wind, must be reckoned with.
When it gets ya, there's a poor chance of release.
This wind I speak of is truth.
Encircling to surround; encompassing cloth.
Truth cannot be stopped; it can only be diverted.
Yet, eventually it WILL come back.
Communication has recently allied herself with wind.
These products of nature, now inseperable, sweep with astonishing speed.
Swifter and hard-wired, truth is rearing to strike at all those connected.
You may think the bite would sting.
But, that's up to you.
The inevitable strike will come, either close to birth or to recycle,
it all depends how long your resistance through deflection holds.

Can you stop the wind?

Better yet; Can you create it?