The Wind Calls No One By Their Name

The wind calls no one by their name- But howls and howls, before it wane. Awakens at the dark of moon, Circling mountains in the gloom, Whistling high it's sovereign song- That no one's on earth for long. The wind has syllables unknown, And for millenia has blown Its keening cry, out on the plains, Its fearsome dirge, that sounds like pain- If you would learn the ways of wind, All your days on earth would end. The wind's capricious and alone, And of true loneliness, it moans; It knows no warmth of company, But bland caresses of the trees. The wind could take you far away- To where no words could ever say.