12 March 2013
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
Wind • Opuss № I