Written by: Tanya Dickens

The winds are blowing strong! 
Can you hear what they whisper? 
Can you smell their intentions? 
…I can’t either….but….I’m no longer afraid 
of what they bring that I cannot see  
of what I want but might not be
I am no longer.  
So, blow on! 
Change what you may.
I won’t stop dancing during the storm…
I won’t lose the sun, again… 
And if you find the moon, on the other side, 
kiss him for me.