Windkeeper

He is the windkeeper.

He perches himself upon the spine of the moon and flows through the night until the morning dew.

He is the windkeeper.

His delicate, translucent wings with specks of black and yellow glisten as he holds the air beneath his flight.

He is the windkeeper.

The wind is his possession and he cannot yield, he will survive the storm as the night rings still.

He is not a shadow that lurks on the leaf, he is the windkeeper reminding you the wind does speak.