I could feel the strength of the wind.
Fresh, dark, mystical wind.
On the shadow side of the steep mountains,
clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.
Strange feeling, exhilarating yet,
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.
Smells, fresh, moist, sounds of a tree,
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.
How is it that I fit in this mystery?
How is it this wind takes me?
Like a seed carried away from my past, by ever-present
but constantly changing wind,
Dropping me pleasantly down
to finish my here and now.
The wind, I take flight.
First written in: opinionsofeye.com