wind

He had finally come to the end. It was much quieter than he had been expecting. There was just a wind and a light song. At times he thought the song was the wind. He could never figure out the tone of the song. He thought it might have been a sad dark song, then a serene peace, or perhaps an ironic joke. It looked like he would never find out now. He tried to hum it as he crested the end. Suddenly the words to the song exploded in his head. And he wept.