Poetry Friday - at night the wind is a lonely sound

at night the wind is a lonely sound:soft, insistent, desolate.the trees turn their faces from it;the clouds, fringed with moon,run from the wind, away to the darkness --away to anywhere really.and the wind walks ceaselessly over the hills,between the trees,stirring through the leaves on the ground,whispering in its soft hopeless voicewords that no one can hear.i shouldnt have to lie here alone,