A forest full of wind

The wind whistled through 

Twirling past the trees

Listening to the shrill cries

As they begged for their lives

Only to be returned with no mercy

Then the breeze blew along

Following the dirt path ahead 

Covered by old leaves 

And lovely bright wildflowers

That blew along with it

The wind had chosen its path

Sighing as it crossed by

Watching the dewdrops on the leaves

Flowing down as if they were tears

About to reach their place in the stream.

The wind took one final breath

Blowing away from the trees

Into the sky

Where it couldn't hear the cries

Far from the forest.