The wind hated being cold
but, it could not escape what it hated most
the wind was indeed jealous
it went around torturing the souls of others
for it had wanted others to feel its pain

it'd go around screaming for many to hear it
but, the sad truth is
no one heard its cries
this only angered the wind
it now went around causing mass destruction

anything in its way was fair game
the wind took no mercy
bits and pieces of things flew through the air
and the wind just sat back and laughed
the wind had turned sour

it had played its game to many times
the wind did indeed start to get bored
so the wind tried new ways of trying to get noticed
none had worked
the wind remained cold

what the wind didnt know was that fate cant be escaped
it tortured every fiber of the wind
the wind could not escape from its hate
and to this day it still lingers
destruction was a favored game
but, if the wind truly tried
surely enough peace would be in reach
and surely that wasnt a lesson easily learned by many