The silver wind is blowing.
Rough and coarse.
Betrayed it knows no other way to live.
Clinging to any form of support
No-matter the amount of evil that resides with in its savior.
The onyx rock of flames blares its message loud and clear.
None shall touch his wind.
To make sure this is true the stone starts burning all that it touches.
Orange leaves so crisp and gentle.
A happy color, it shows no despair in its veins.
Dancing tauntingly close to the silver wind,
Wanting so much to be-friend the cold shimmering wind,
It tries to hard to penetrate the shield that grudgingly surrounds its new friend.
The moment that soft leaves slink into the heart of the shining wind,
The jealous onyx rock hugs the silver wind tenderly,
Charring the leaves that try to touch its wind,
Not knowing the stone burns its cold lover as well.
Ashes fall from the leaf leaving a scare that goes right through it.
So much deeper than one can tell from just a glance.
Both the wind and the leaf fall away hurt.
The onyx rock's flame dwindles.
But the rough wind won't let go of its savior.
So it shuns its only friend for the memory of its cruel black savior.
Burning the soft orange leaf into cinders.