The wind is blowing so hard.
The trees sway, standing strong.
The leaves get blown away,
as they are just minions in this large world.
The sun is still shining,
leading the way.
The sun shines,
showing the path to the great light.
The wind blows,
knocking on my window.
The wind is trying to get to me,
to talk to me.
The wind is pushing the leaves,
taking them through the light.
The wind is a part of nature,
a part of this world.
However violent this world is,
we all need a boost.
We all need a wind to carry us.
To carry us to a place we belong.