Spoiler
And yet another poem by me. It's a pretty simple piece. And it reminds me of a child's poem
Hahaha, I guess it's because I was feeling very rhyme-y today. Tear it apart if you want. ;D
Where does the wind blow?
I’ve always wanted to know
Where on Earth does it go?
Those wild breaths that never slow.
Does it move the clouds
Like ghostly galleons?
Across a midnight's time?
Does it whisper waves
Or make a breeze?
And make hurricanes so high?
Does it cross a field of flowers?
Or a quaint, snow-filled valley?
How about soaring with the birds?
Making bells chime and defying gravity.
It breathes against my face
And puts a tempest in my hair
These winds can be rowdy
Where ever they may fly.
They are silent gondoliers
That paddle in the light
When mad they create tornadoes
And many times can make a baby cry.
Where does the wind blow?
After traveling there and far
Across the edge of the universe?
Or perhaps it simply goes off to die
But where do they go?
When their work is all done?
Oh, these free spirits of the sky
I’ve just always wanted to know.
