The breeze whispers,
Carrying it's wise words.
Feeding its nature to the beasts.
Of the wild.

Howls,
Hoots,
Growls...

They all become heard,
Under the full moon.

Tranquility,
Breathing downward.
Chasing scents eastward.

The forest,
A Desert.
A meadow.

Each terrain is different.
With it's own personality.

One thing,
Wind.
Difference.
It's Peace.