Wind

This poem was a stream of consciousness that I did on wind. There is some symbolism for what the wind is.

Standing so still, the earth around you

moving

fast

Below cars race by beneath you

You look down

the wind brushes past you

you look up

brushing against your face

your eyes close

The wind blowing your hair around in its dance

you feel a whisper in your ear

Quiet

Soft

you feel in your heart, your mind

a weight is gone, but something new is there

a love

a loss

a sense of knowledge

looking up you close our eyes and open your arms

giving all you have to the wind

you stand there for a few moments

still

eyes closed

Whispering

then open your eyes, and the world is brighter

more amazing than you have ever seen

it is clear

It is life