I am the wind
I go where I please,
I roar through the trees,
Im more than what meets the eye
i can dry the tears if someone cries,
im older than history,
and was once a mistory,
I twist and twirl,
to make some swirls,
and dance through medos,
that have scattered willows,
Im out of sight,
but always in mind,
i am the wind,
so feel me fly,
in freedoms tide.




