My Wind
The wind is yelling in my ear
what is it trying to tell me?
The strength of it's muscles push me in the wrong direction
Like a driver steering through life
the wind pushes everything out of it's way.
The flow of the air thickens and cools,
as Summer comes to a gentle end.
The sun rises and falls each day,
as the wind picks up on its way.
The sea breeze blows upon my face
with a powerful cry. The wind is my road.
I can now see the wind that is leading
my life, such as the sails sailing a sail boat.
It's powerful guidance will take me in the right direction
and lead me to success. This is my wind.
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