WIND

Wind - it caresses and it slaps

Taking with its careful blows,

My love and pain.

Endless hours I roam the fields,

Searching for its master,

Lost in the aroma of roses and copper.

Stumbling, I find a root,

Embedded in the sludge of life,

And from that root a sunflower blossoms.

A golden emblem amidst the dull green,

She flourishes, reaching the freshness above,

Dancing in the wind.

It caresses and it slaps,

Calculating her every gesture,

Yet she stands tall.