It gusts. It whines. It howls its way amongst the buildings and the trees. Its force blows the leaves into misshapen piles only to reshape them with the next gust. It carves its force on the rockface of barren mountains. It is fearless as it creates constant and sometimes unnoticeable changes amidst us. The wind adapts for no one.
I am the wind. I gust. I whine. I howl my way amongst the buildings and trees of life. My force blows the leaves of the past into misshapen piles only to reshape them to fit the present and for lessons in the future. I carve my force with gentleness on the face of barren hearts and spiritless souls. I am fearless as I create change within to share with those without. I adapt so that my spirit and heart expand to feel serenity, love and forgiveness.
kaache Poetry (1)