the wind is free

Hello, my lovely readers. First off, I hope you had a wonderful Easter. He is risen!
And next- here is another poem. About one of my favorite things. (btw: I have a lot of favorite things)

the wind blows hard 

howling and whispering at the same time
I’m sure it’s calling me
and I wish I could go with the wind
and I’m wishing as hard as the wind is blowing.
somehow I think that if I just believe…

wherever it’s going
I want the wind to take me.
and I don’t know where it’s going
but I do know why I want to go too

the wind is free
the wind is wild
the wind knows how to sing
the wind has been everywhere
and seen everything

the wind is free
and that’s what I want
for me.

when the wind is sad

it flies soft and low
letting out melancholy notes
moving so slow.

when the wind is happy
it whips against the leaves in the trees
and skims across the ocean
lifting waves
and making the whole world
move in harmony
swaying ever so gently.

when the wind is angry
you can feel something in the air
it feels like danger and storms
and when the wind hits your face
it stings with cold

when the wind is full of passion
it blows hard, so hard
it could lift you off your feet and carry you away
but somehow it doesn't
it leaves you with just a taste
of how strong that passion is.
it leaves you wanting more
of that exhilarating feeling
that comes with passionate wind.

I want to fly with the wind
I want to go to the heights that the wind has gone
I want to zoom across skyscrapers
to swerve between tall trees
to pass over mountain tops
to put light feathers in the air
and watch them swirl

wherever it’s going
I want the wind to take me.
and I don’t know where it’s going
but I do know why I want to go too

the wind is free
the wind is strong
the wind is here
and the wind is gone
the wind can touch clouds
without breaking them
the wind knows just when
to give a sailboat a push
or give a bird it’s wings

the wind is free

so free
and that’s what I want
for me.

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feeling f r e e,

Tane ♥