Breezing through the meadows
Flowing past the blazing sun
Whooshing and weaving against trees
Uniting earth and sky as one
Blowing along the horizon
Collecting rainbows of petals and leaves on your way
Present to see each happy and sad moment
Present to see the moon and stars giving way to day
Pushing along big puffs in the sky
Clearing away the grey night
Sweeping up the Sahara sand grains
Watching the plains set alight
Heaving against the mountains that pierce the sky
Shoving the vast ocean waters as you go by
Not sparing man nor thing in your way
Wheezing through time, through night, through day
The burden of snow on your broad shoulders
As you storm up North
Hurling against stone, earth, water with rage and rain
As you dive down the South
Not knowing where will you stop
As you tiredly sweep through each week, month and year
What will happen if you do stop
That is my most prime fear
I can see the wind as my soul
Trying to find the right way
Breezing through the many paths
Trying hard not to go astray
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