Sometimes a legend, sometimes not, but always a breeze just passin’ through the leaves, a blip in your life, the love we all fear

The trees rustle like soft gossip as the wind whispers its travels to them

The wind isnt mad, the wind isnt mean, it’s just a lonely old man who’s seen what it means, to rattle through life like a truck grindin’ gears, or a smiling pretty face washed by tears through the years

Branches break, leaves are shredded by the indifference of a raging wind, but when the air is still, and the world is calm, the breeze caresses you, feels you, misses you… and passes on through

The wind is alone, there are no more trees, no more leaves, they have been brought inside to be seen on a screen

What is the wind without the trees, who are the people nobody sees… the wind is their kin and weeps for them as they fall like leaves, still unseen.