zephyr

The wind rolled in so cumbersome

a burden pressed it to the ground

But even so it carried on

Low and hollow was the sound

It blew the leaves from nearby trees

frail, they scattered every way

To be trampled by weary feet

The sky followed, a cast of grey

To beat the rain it must be swift

Rush past lips, all chapped and dry

A chill picked up runs through warm coats

And hairs dance when it passes by

Listen to the wind's fell cries

It has but one request to will

It calls for you to make it's way

Now off it goes beyond the hill