The Journey of Wind
I feel the vigor in your power
Your gusts, you’re tower
Such beauty yet such ruin all in your mighty hands
A blessing on a hot day relieving, fanned
Whisking cool breezes across the plains
You’re calling out, now howling freedom no doubt
Caressing my face tickling my hair
As it dances in the air
Your lift carries seeds to places you plan
All in your dancing wind strands
You fill sails on boats traveling in motion
You put flight to birds skimming the ocean
What would it be without your movement in the trees?
What is your purpose to movement if seized ?
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