The music of the wind 
breath of the trees
song of the branches
and their leaves
who will be 
the last to hear
the songs they sing
grasping at the sky
gasping for air
staring blankly 
at the horizon
as the wind ceases
and for once 
the earth is silent
no more tides
no more rain
no more clouds 
or fog or haze
lonely asylum
only fit for folks
without a body