

The WindWind The wind blows and never ends, It flows through the land as it bends. It gives life, And travels the earth with endless bands of spirits.The Wind
You can feel but cannot see, Whatever spirit it may be.
But I ask when we die; Do we ride the wind?
Easy come, easy go, you die as friend or foe, But when we leave, what do we leave? Friends family, heart and soul?
You are everything, so what am I without you?
I'd rather drift by your side as a spirit, Gliding the softness of the wind, Than die and travel lonely
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