drewboy7

Wind blows, leaves rustle, coolness covers the mass and soothes.  Slowly it moves through life carelessly ignored, breathed in, and unnoticing enjoyed.  As it blows its whispers are unheard, so louder it whispers, they ignore and tighten their coats feeling only cold and unknowing to its wisdom.  It blows harder and harder, crying to be heard but they hold on tighter and fear a bit.  With growing rage the wind howls, screams.  They now fear for life, they leave, they hide and as the wind screeches it destroys its chance to be heard and is left alone, screaming to be noticed truly... Sight darkens into blackness, sounds dull to indistinct chat