If I were the wind,
I would race over changing landscapes,
Soar over endless seas,
I would stretch my arms,
Far over the sky,
And chase the clouds,
Under the sun's bright glare,
During the quiet of night,
I would creep past glowing windows,
Blowing gently as I traveled,
I would scatter fall's leaves,
And rustle trees,
I would push the ocean,
Against the moon's pull,
But my last gust,
I would save,
To send a red kite high,
To soar like the wind
Author's Note:
Next is an Inside This.
Virtus Et Sapentia
Morgan Midshine
