The Wind

High in the branches of trees the wind rustles its leaves. 

Far away in the hot desert the wind brings a cool relief to the hot air. 

Like a king guarding his kingdom, the wind watches over the world. 

In every court it proves to be a sole witness. 

As your protector and your guardian, the wind stood by your side. 

Its always here and always watching. 

The wind was there the night you cried yourself to sleep, brushing the leaves of a tree against your window. 

It was there to witness every truth taken as a lie, and every lie taken as a truth. 

In forms of faint whispers, the wind shows its encouragement. 

it was the song in the silence. 

Archived deep withing its memory is every detail of your life. 

stored in a place far beyond reach, where it will never be forgotten. 

Even on the darkest of days the wind blows out the storm and allows the light to shine through. 

It's always been here... even when we forgot.