It blows,
It chills,
And it rustles the leaves

The wind carries secrets that no one knows,
It entraps the words and carries them to others
But no one listens.

The girl who cries,
The boy who yells for help,
No one hears.

Their voices are lost in the wind,
The wind swallows their voices whole,
And later on, swallows them whole.

No one thinks of the wind this way.
But the wind, in truth, is deceitful and murderous.
Who would think this of the Wind?