The sound of whistling the roar of a storm
It can bring you some happiness and also bring harm
Its strength is so varied from timid to strong
The length of the blowing can be short or long
I often lie awake at night
Listening to it and as I shiver in fright
The wind is definitely one of my fears
As I listen to its strength I cover my ears
Clinging to the blanket I shut my eyes
Under the blanket I try to hide
Into the pillow I bury my face
Its hard to escape the wind for it can be in any place
The wind also has beauty its not all bad
It’s a necessity for the world so I’m rather glad
It gathers the leaves and pushes them high
And lets them go before reaching the sky
I walk along the empty streets
As the leafs they scatter across my feet
I can feel the air its getting colder
Blowing around it whirls past my shoulder
Waking up its getting darker
Making getting up even harder
And as for the rain
It starts to fall again
All the seasons speak the truth
Nature decaying to bring back the youth
You hear the wind convinced it lies
But that’s your flaw that’s deep inside
Thoughts inside my twisted head
Better of not to be said
The leaves they fall just like my tears
I wonder will the leaves come back next year