The Wind

The wind is crude, the wind is weary,

The wind, for travelers, is very scary.

It ripples through the night like an invisible horse,

The wind, to travelers, shows no remorse.

Cruel is the wind, too many it seems,

"With wickedness, all of its edges gleam."

But the wind is merciful, calm, composed,

Hence wise, intimidating and unopposed.

Guiding autumn's fallen leaves,

Through trees, it skillfully weaves.

The wind is always on your side,

The wind will always be in pride.