I love it when
the wind blows.
My invisible friend
that no one else knows.

I love it when
it roars in my ears
and tickles my face
I love it when it picks up my hair
and moves it out of place.

I love it when it's so strong
and it whispers secrets to me.
The wind is where I belong...
I am the lock, and it is the key.

I feel as if it could pick me up
and take me away
I could just close my eyes
and pray
that the wind will
hold me.