Spirit Wind
There is a force inside us all,
A kind of spirit wind.
Its energy moves within our bones,
It grows our hair
And heals our wounds,
The boon of life to humankind.
This urge that surges through our veins
And gives our bodies breath
Is not a gift that's duty-free.
The charge is large,
Ironically,
The price we pay for life is death.
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2023
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