I am the Wind
Running a reckless race
Through the town and countryside,
Over the hills, across the fields.
Over the ocean, beside rivers.
Blowing clouds across sun’s face,
Buffering birds flying home.
I fight the trees, taking away
Their covering of leaves.
Stealing boats filling the sails
Of a sailing yacht.
I am the wind running a reckless race
Against myself.
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