My body a curse I wish to be
Like the wind never ending,
Almost eternal, they have tasted eons
Been around breathed past
The important times
When the air burned and extinction
Sea,
Air,
Land,
Even the wind pushed away burnt.
It has seen so much in its travels
Of a never ending turning world,
Civilisations,
Begin,
Flourish,
Decay,
Aba­ndoned,
To the winds of time
So many have come and gone,
But the wind carries on
It has no a gender,
it just carries on, seeing ever thing
Past,
Present,
Future,
For when we are but dust on the ground,
It will carry on touching everything.
Through time, I wish to be apart of
But I am just a body cursed,
But my ashes once gone, left to drift in the winds
I will be apart of a never-ending cycle
The wind touches everything
They will never stop just carry on.