A breeze long since forgotten
The cool air rushes through the trees as the moon looks upon the ground in her full grace. She watches as the leaves are all turned, all affected by the whispering wind and then suddenly stop. The wind, on the other hand, never stops. It continues to move quickly through the woods, bouncing from stone to wood trying to find its new home.
'Why does it never stop rushing? Why can it not settle in one place and fill it with its motion?' The moon asks herself these questions as she watches the unrelenting motions of the wind. Through sand and stone, earth and air, the wind will always move. Blindly, quickly, it will rush and never stop. The moon sighs wishing the wind could find peace and stop leaving only a fleeting memory behind.
I am here.
I am gone.
'Why does it never stop rushing? Why can it not settle in one place and fill it with its motion?' The moon asks herself these questions as she watches the unrelenting motions of the wind. Through sand and stone, earth and air, the wind will always move. Blindly, quickly, it will rush and never stop. The moon sighs wishing the wind could find peace and stop leaving only a fleeting memory behind.
I am here.
I am gone.