The Wind Must Be So Lonely

Restless wind

Shivers through trees,

Knocks on shuttered windows,

Begs for attention.

 

What does it cry out for

With no voice of its own?

It finds objects to imitate a scream,

Rustles pleas that soothe or bite.

 

Is it solitude that drives the madness?

Thrashing movements, flurried air.

Maybe it cries for a companion,

Sighing when there is no answer.

 

Separated by misunderstandings,

No sound, no sight to create.

Only able to force others

To howl and tremble.

 

The wind must be so lonely.