The wind is a wild and crazy device.
Pushing the air and it doesn't think twice.
Blowing harder and harder with every blow.
It moves leaves, pedals, and many more.
Blowing past the houses and the sky, moving in this world and we don't ask why.
It blows without worry, concern, or care.
Sometimes I wish I were the wind blowing up there.
Maybe wishing I could be lighter than air.
Nothing is faster and lighter, of course, as it hits my head while I walk a forth.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
The wind is a wild and crazy device.
Pushing the air and it doesn't think twice.
Blowing harder and harder with every blow.
It moves leaves, pedals, and many more.
Blowing past the houses and the sky, moving in this world and we don't ask why.
It blows without worry, concern, or care.
Sometimes I wish I were the wind blowing up there.
Maybe wishing I could be lighter than air.
Nothing is faster and lighter, of course, as it hits my head while I walk a forth.