The Wind’s Burden

The wind falls,

Running across the oceans,

She Falls,

Her hems are all wet,

Raindrops on her face,

Her heart's all heavy from the secret conversations,

Stories, pain, hurt, heartbreak, young and old love she carries.

The leaves rustle in agreement.

Humans,

They nod silently.

Do they feel these emotions just as complexly,

Or are they silent spectators of ours?

The wind dips her toes in the sand,

The waves crash and kiss the waiting rocks by the blue beach,

The sea buzzes with joy and laughs when the sun's up.

Pour the drinks,

Clinks go the glasses and cans.

Come nightfall,

She sits and stares,

Silently trying to have a conversation with the moon,

Too high and too vain in her beauty.

She feels the tears as she touches the faces.

"How do you make them happy and sad?" she asks the moon-hung sky.

"Humans," the waves nod.

She sits tired and in thought,

She carries all of it.

The sparkling pond waves her goodbye,

As she swishes across the yellow fields,

River streams and dying lakes –

She touches them all, gently caressing the broken,

Opening and mending wounds as she treads along,

Heavier than ever.