The wind blows as if there is no tomorrow.
It swirls up the fallen leaves from the street
and the fallen hopes from the bottom of my heart.
For a moment I rise and fly in the air,
suspended by my own forgotten dreams and songs of childhood.
I smile and wonder quietly-
Which corner of the world did the wind spit out happiness?
But then I remember the wonder of oneness
the wonder of being
And I know I am the wind.