The winds of my soul

The mounting earth, the clearful sky, the raging waters

I see reflecting through my eyes

The day is soft and yet so cold

I start to look far and near

waiting for something extraordinary to appear

But as I stand here and  listen to the

water swirling, the trees scratching, the bees humming, the birds chirping, the

beavers chopping, the bears roaring, the deers skipping, the earth living

the one thing i hear that is silent, calm, and unearth like

is the one thing that is its own element

the wind

the wind itself can twirl,spin and curve

being so free, in this jungle of mine

nothing stopping it, choosing its own path to fly to,

chossing its own destination

being so alive

chooses whether to whistle or to roar

choosing whether to go north or south

living for one purpose,


to be free.