The Wind

     
I don't know what it is about the wind but even in the times of turmoil, chaos, or even a breeze; it's still beautiful. At this moment i wish I was the wind. I would blow to the highest mountain, see the snow, the hiking people, or low enough to see the children playing, flying a kite. Or even help the birds, the bees change course and direction. Or blow through the trees pick up the scent of bark and the leaves (my favorite) or just blow through thorny roses... At this point, being pricked would be minimal, but I'm the wind; they feel me and I surely can't feel their full properties. They may prevent me from blowing stronger but I can still get  my momentum back. I can sore high and low with no limits. I can see all but I can't be seen only felt, like love. I can provide diminish the strength of the heat and yet make you feel the chill from the cold. The wind which helps with the living and gives a hope for more tomorrow. Many hate it, or dislike it... maybe because they don't see the beauty in it. They concern themselves what the wind will do to their clothes, their hair... it's all material. If we just sat outside appreciated the beauty that we have we would be much more peaceful people in nature. And love mother nature for who she was and what she has given us.

Just go and sit outside and enjoy the breeze! Take a deep breath and relax.  Go read a book, or close your eyes, relax... listen to the music of nature (The Wind FYI) The wind only reminds me of love and peace.... and the music I'm listening to from the outside... makes me want to cry right now but it's ok... because I at least feel content that even though I am here, it is going to all the places where I might go one day. Not, by myself but hand in hand... through the darkness in the wind lit by a full moon or a starry night!