I write this in 1994
The wind!
Where does it come from? And why is it here?
It's a mystery, and its wonderful.
I love to walk in the wind.
To feel it blow my hair. It's a joy to watch the leaves fall. They fall gratefully on the ground.
Slow,and gentle.
I like to run in the wind. Feel it against my body.
Keeping me back, pushing my body so I can't go foreword.
The wind!
Why is it here
It's for me , but why? The wind! Feel it! Run after it!
You can't, but ain't it fun to try?
Yes it is.
So when the wind blows, go out and play. If you don't you'll never know what your missing.
The wind...
