Wind, although unseen, is a very beautiful thing.
It rustles the bright leaves of the autumn trees and causes the lilies of the fields to dance before your very eyes.
It whistles and calls to you during the darkest of times, telling you of its loneliness as it groans and whispers in the fiercest of storms.
It watches you in the happiest and most mournful moments in your life and allows you to never feel alone or unwanted, although it itself may be.
For, the wind shall never age, nor will it ever abandon you.
It will see you born and see you die and will weep at your passing.
The wind may have a temper of hurricanes and tornadoes, but will also have the coolness of the gentle winter breeze as the snowflakes drift softly to the ground.
And because of all of this, the wind is a very beautiful thing.