Wind

The wind has wings And it has moods It can caress you And it can dismiss Never think that the wind Is only a movement Of white puffy clouds Lazy crossing the sky It has a restless soul And it has willpower It can fly high in the sky And it can crawl canyons And bottoms of the terrains Like a sinister rattle snake Chasing a terrified pray The wind knows the secrets Of the endless universe And can tell you the stories Of brilliant countless victories That happened in distant Lands thousands years ago Or did not happen But could have if The wind would have Blown the other way Wind can change destinies Of rocks and living things It is untamable mysterious Fearsome free, and wild You’d better make friends With the whimsical wind Before he dismisses you As insignificant thing And will blow you away With its powerful wings The other way where things That could have happen Will never come to exist And will die before Being born as a form