16 February 2013
R un like the wind when it blows
H ide in trees when up too high
E ncounter swooping birds and sudden drops
A fraid of being let go
N ever unwanted, always used on windy days
N eck and neck with the trees leaves and the suns rays
A rocky breeze has spread, leaving me floating higher, and higher
.
I nside me are a couple of sticks, not much, but its enough
S lowly drifting into the sky
A catchy tune the wind may sing
A rt I make, as I swoop high and low, loop the loop
C ourse I hate coming down
S adly, everyone has to come down one day
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