The wind was gentle, ruffling my hair and pulling at my sleeves; it invigorated me
I felt the warm sun on my face and heard the rustle of leaves and grass
The sound of birds and bugs turned into a song, almost a lullaby
This place, this pocket of nature in a world of metal is the embodiment of peace
I am at peace; I am no longer a separate being from a different world
I feel nature accept me into its fold
The wind takes me into its warm, comforting embrace
I am one with nature; nature is one with me
Then I remember what I truly am and what I have done and nature leaves me
The wind gives me one last touch; gentle as a mother's caress
It yearns for me as I will always yearn for it
Someday, I will return to the wind
My pains and woes will scatter and I will be with nature once more
And I truly will be home