The trees dance in the wind
As a gentle breeze rolls
Across the landscape
Carrying warnings
Of a new threat.

The beetles scuttle
Across the rocks
As the animals slink
Into the shadows
Unseen; and unknown.

The breeze tickles the nose
Of a deer as it sways
Across the water
Into the ears of all
Who gathered.

It whispers the news
As it grows colder
And everyone rushes home
Not believing the wind
When they are struck down
By the sky, gray and bleak.

Rain pelts them from all sides
As the wind howls in their ears
For being such fools
As they are thrown
Backwards.

The gods yell,
Scream,
And laugh at their misery
When they are thrown into
The eye of the storm.

Deafening silence surrounds
Them from all sides
As the stars twinkle
The sun winks out of existence
And the moon says goodnight.


The night goes black
And times stops
As they return to the forest
Their heads held low
As whispers accompany them.

‘I won’t give up,’
It whispers into their minds
Like a sickness spreading,
The wind flies away
The birds sing.

Dawn arrives just as cold
It creeps into their dens,
The start of a new day, already broken
As the wind whispers to them
For being such fools.

Trees crash together
Grass is run over
And in the minds of every living
Thing lurks the new threat
Of wind as it whispers to them.

It rolls across lands of unspoken tales
And blows across clouds,
But the forest will never forget the day
The wind turned on them
And whispered lies in their ears.