Wind

Despite our natural fears, there is hope that human soul remains safe from anything the world might send against it.

 

I feel the wind,

Steel upon my back.

It whips the flesh,

The hair,

The clothes.

Never does it stop.

Never can it.

 

It brings the leaves.

They swirl one after another.

Some bring beauty,

Aesthetic pleasure.

Some prick and sting the skin.

That skin is tough now,

Though the pain is still felt.

 

But the wind can not go inside.

It is clean there.

It is safe.