The Wind

Wind Blowing-

It is nice to be inside

Contemplating thoughts without

A care in the world

Swirling, swirling, leaves rustle

As young trees bend unwillingly

Against the force of the gusts

Is it fair for me to be inside

While the rest of the world is blowing?

Or, is it safe?

I wonder if it would be better outside

With the trees and the grass

Letting the wind blow me

Where it wants me to go

But I shall never know where the wind will take me

For I will always run to shelter

And when I want to feel the wind

I will just open the window, and dream


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