The wind solemnly blows by
Brushing past my shoulder
Whispering in my ear so nigh
Every second, it gets colder
One wouldn't notice it
Until the look for its presence
Even with any hard hit
We pass it's adolescence
Drifting along the tiny gale
The tears have stopped
And against the skin, grow stale
And swiftly, heart and soul is robbed
It's constant frolicking
Only removing the weakest leaves
The ground it's polishing
The word silently grieves
And when it grows stronger
Admitting all rage and fury
It yells louder
The ultimate jury
Hammering against the red cheeks
Turning a head away in discomfort
The child never speaks, but...
Who would hear his weak voice?
The earth will weep
Every now and then we hear it
And one can never sleep
For the world is never lit
And that's discomforting
