Perspective

How can the wind blow so carelessly yet bring so much joy to people who are touched by it? 

The ones who roll down the window feel the wind breeze, they feel free. 

The ones who run through a flower field let the wind blow their hair, a mess. 

The ones who feel the coolness of the wind while sitting by the outside campfire.

The ones who surf with the tide, letting the wind and the ocean carry them. 

I am jealous of the wind, I also want to bring joy to people, but I am not the wind, and that is okay because I only want these things: 

I want to be the driver who sees the one who rolls the window down. 

I want to be the destination of the one who runs through a flower field. 

I want to be next to the one sitting by the outside campfire. 

I want to be the one surfing with no one else but the one. 

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Nice and deep thoughts are expressed beautifully. I truly liked this one.

[melopanda]

Thank you. Im glad you liked it.

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome ☺