Chilling, like a cold Winter breeze, as it rustles Sound through pine trees Circling in repeated motions Swaying and reflecting Different angles, and Different emotions
Gradually moving from side to side Not faltering, but continuing stride Against the current Against the waves Against the runner
Pushing him back Almost forcing him to fall And beckon in the tracks of another But wait...
How will he get back up?
That's the question we always Ask ourselves, looking at Others from a third person View, but from the eyes Of wind, nothing else exists
Think about that for a moment Invisible, yet so strong Something to put our lives In full perspective The thought of a force That can break us down In a moment's notice And just like that Suddenly, it's gone Nowhere to be Found...
This poem originally had a different ending, but then I wrote the ending shown above. It's one of my more personal favorite poems.