Wind

The wind on your face in the trees in your hair
Its circled around the earth always been there

It may stop in one place for a day or two
Then it starts racing straight back to you

Its seen every tree every human every pink sunset
Theres nothing it hasn't seen yet

It picks up the things it passes
smell of leaves and bleeding scratches

So if its traveled so far it is of many origins colors religions
Its of every animal from elephants to pigeons

So next time you say you've seen it all that you know it all
that you haven't known of something you didn't see before

Stop cuz you haven't
Not until you've seen all the colors of the wind