Endlessly, it blew;
In no particular direction.
Passing through our unruly hair,
Wayward strands fluttering about,
It was the norm.
We unknowingly knew of nothing better.
Until the sun shone, glimmering vivaciously
And we were blinded.
Forgotten was the wind,
And forgotten was the friendship that had us trapped in a whirlwind
Of laughter, joy, chaos and unnecessary turmoil.