I Am Nothing

The sweet caress,
of those trailing,
(tears)
defiling the red,
and marking....

The slice,
the whip of the,
(wind)
ripping the flesh,
and leaving....

The resounding sound,
echoing through the,
(silence)
breaking the peace,
and ruining.....

The oh so lovely snap,
shaking the tree's,
(leaves)
sealing the air,
and ending....

The wind,
leaves,
silence,
and tears.

And you,
mark me,
leave me,
and ruin me,
you end nothing.