I am the wind.
Listen to me howl, while the red orb boils the trees.
I am the wind.
Hear me wail, on the coast riding waves and guiding vessels.
I am the wind.
Silently soothing, tickling your skin with my clean
breathes.
I am the wind.
Blaring force, tearing apart homes and destroying bridges.
I am the wind.
Merely a feeling, stirring memories of other days.
I am the wind.
Invisible to the eyes, but coating your pain when the Moon
prays.
