The wind is a necessity.

Walk In The Wind by Joana Kruse

The wind wipes my tears,
The wind listens to my cries,
The wind is an honest alibi.

The wind is aware when souls lie,
The wind doesn’t know how to heal, but
The wind is non-judgemental.

The wind is not a real foe,
The wind comes and goes,
The wind blows at tired trees.

The wind has a hidden bipolarity.
The wind can be ferocious or calming.
The wind knows where it wants to be,

I wish the wind could
Carry my burdens away
Along with the lucky leaves.