Wind-Song

Lifting to the sky, falling back to earth. Climbing over hilltops, swirling in the valley. Chasing sunbeams, dancing around the mouth of the cave. Following the river path where waters flow, skipping merrily over riverbed stones. Singing in the trees, sighing through leaves as the forest sleeps. Endless, enduring quest raging in the night, growing, ever growing, sweeping storms forward, across barren fields, through city streets. down barren alleys Sentinels, gripping deeply, heralding its coming, standing in its wake, walking with the dead, chanting a mournful wail. Waking to morning, embracing the light, crooning tomorrow's song.