I am a bird,
With wings so mighty and gallant,
That I can soar through the feathery clouds;
Drifting delicately;
Graceful, like a dancer.

You cannot touch me;
I am invincible;
Fearlessly mirthful.
And even if my wings were clipped,
You'd still see me gliding through the clouds.

*Because my vivacity is infallible.

Endlessly, it blew;
In no particular direction.
Passing through our unruly hair,
Wayward strands fluttering about,
It was the norm.
We unknowingly knew of nothing better.
Until the sun shone, glimmering vivaciously
And we were blinded.
Forgotten was the wind,
And forgotten was the friendship that had us trapped in a whirlwind
Of laughter, joy, chaos and unnecessary turmoil.