The Wind and the Tree
I watch the tree fiercely sway in the shadows of the night
I hear its rustling leaves brushing each other
I step closer to feel the wind that moves through them
The wind touches my body and sees the weakness in my stance
It is cold, harsh, brutal and knows I will fall.
And fall I do, down.
Down amongst the leaves that the tree lost in its battle with the wind.
The wind who stops for no one.
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That cold, harsh and brutal wind…gets us all sometimes…thank goodness it takes rest…beautiful and direct words…
I can almost hear the rustling of the leaves. Very well written.
if i read between the lines tell me who is that wind who stops for no one??
hello beautiful