I love them because they are
the opposite of me.
They are real and true
I love them because they aren’t merely the brisk and peaceful breeze in my hair...
They aren’t that at all.
They are the stern weight of solid Ground and the rapids of Flames breaking the Air
They are the force of gushing Water all around me
They are real: visible and easy to believe are true
and you dont have to wait until the wind blows to know
or be short of breath to believe it had once been.