The Lament of the Wind

The wind once danced among the foliage,
Through branches strong, so high and deep.
Now only whistles a void, a silent absence,
Seeking the whisper of an absent friend.
Each breath is a sigh, a faint lament,
For that fallen giant, extinguished.
Wandering restless, it bears the echo of memories,
Of fallen leaves and ancient harmonies.