If the wind my friend died, how terrible would the world be?
It would cast a soundless sound through the ears of many and the trees voice would sag sadly.
If I could not hear my friend whisper a giggle or a laugh I'd forever be damned. I would seek it's heavenly breath to fill my lungs. Then what if I can't find it's lovely embrace or its tickling kisses? What shall make the pain go away if the wind is not there to blow it away? I shall swallow no more but cry forever.
I shall be sad and yet never truly feel.
I cast then my body to the hells below if the "Winds" should ever died.
I would cast Earth to the sun and laugh angrily. Only and I hope it shall never come to pass.
If the Wind should die.