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.
loramae
That cold, harsh and brutal wind…gets us all sometimes…thank goodness it takes rest…beautiful and direct words…
boko
I can almost hear the rustling of the leaves. Very well written.
nickette
if i read between the lines tell me who is that wind who stops for no one??