The Wind
Do you feel the wind?
As it lightly brushes your skin,
As it blows through your hair.
When it glides smoothly around yourself,
Missing you by just centimeters,
Do you still feel it?
When it brushes by you,
Like a paint brush on a canvas.
When its just under your feet,
And you feel like your flying.
When its right above your head,
When its brushing you hair.
Do you feel the wind?
