SONG OF THE WIND

Raindrops fall with the beat of

Nature's drum

Leaves twitch and rustle

Dancing to the quiet rhythm

With the whisper of the wind

The song begins

One heard only by the elements

And the animals

And

Occasionally

The solitary

Lost

Wounded

Dejected

And despised

For the thriving populace

With their busy lives

And their endlessly

Essential

Devices

The only sound heard

Is a buzz

A whirlwind

Less a whisper and more

A cacophony

Less a song

And more

A shriek

Echoing their pain and

Emptiness

Raindrops fall

Leaves dance

And the wind whispers its song

To any who might listen

Even

Those unable

Or unwilling