3/11

Of all the mighty wonders in this ever expanding universe. 

There is one thing above all that perplexes me. 

The breeze that greets my skin each day, the same that dances with the leaves above my head.

It seems simple enough, but then tell me its story and how it all makes sense.Prove it.

We can never see it, the way we may examine the sterling beauty of a grove or some secret waterfall.

We feel it just the same as a hug or a kiss.

It is cold. It is warm. It is everything in between.

It is strong and fast and is afraid of nothing in its path, like a freight train traveling down its tracks.

It is gentle and calm , like the caress of a mother at first sight of her newborn.

It sings to those who listen, it cools those who are heated.

So much and all at once it stops and all is still-- At least that's what we feel .

Most strive to be made of stone, but I,

I strive to be the Wind.