The wind in my mind

A breeze of wind blows from a far
To be cast out for whom you are
Life is like a shadow
Not to be speak or heard of no more
Death, a wide open meadow
An illusion of some sort? But what for?
The leaves fall off the branch
But the wind blows making them dance
This shadow in my mind
Makes me unable to express how I feel
I wonder if it’s some sort of bind
Like how the devil makes a deal
The wind it blows so calm and cool
But it can be so stressed and cruel
In my head
Not needing a key
You may think its dead
But wait till next year you'll see