Spirit in the Wind

As the wind blows,
People play, they greet one another...
They hug and kiss and laugh and smile...
Forgetting about the one thing,
That binds them together,
And is perfectly breakable.
Love... and love is what the Spirit in The Wind seeks.
Once he starts, he never stops.
In the fields, he watches from a Magnolia Tree,
Peeking in on those who forgot him,
Those who brought pain to him.
Animals play around, deer, birds, wolves and foxes...
They greet each other as the Humans do.
And closes in he does...
He stretches out his cold, pale hand,
Reaching for the strand that holds love together.
And with his cold, pale yet black finger,
He breaks the love of the two.

He is known as the Spirit of The Wind...