Wind

It rustles the leaves and messes up my hair.
You can't see it, sometimes it's impossible to know it's there.
And I envy it, when it comes along.
So sweet the wind, it come along, singing it's mellow song.
Oh but sometimes it howls, and I wonder what causes it such pain.
It rips through the day and chills the night.
Wind is my friend, one with whom I can relate.
It's as though it's singing me my fate.

I could stand out side on a day like to day,
and I would just sit there hoping that the wind would whisk me away.
I dream about where it could take me,
Sometimes the wind is the only one that knows me.

It gives me power and thoughts,
things i can't think about unless it's there.
It makes me feel free,
however sometimes it makes me feel tiny and pathetic,
oh so small.
But there is no way
to make the wind go away.

And on a day like today,
I feel like it knows me.
It's pushing the leaves, ever so softly.
Today Wind brought his friends:
Clouds and Cold.
A mighty fine trio they are, indeed.
They make me think about all the things
the things I'd rather not think of,
but wind knows that sometimes these things can't be left alone.

I thank the wind for carrying me.
And for dropping me so hard.
Somet