I feel high,
I feel low,
I've nowhere to go.
I'm lost,
I'm found,
Your magic has left me spellbound.
The wind blows in my face,
Mocking at my misery.
With it, it carries the autumn leaves,
The fallen pieces of a tree.
They swirl around me,
Making me my very own bubble.
I stumble forward and look back,
But the wind is long gone,
Its remains still ashore.
My feet move on and soon I'm beside the blossomed spring flowers,
They've reached their end but far from gloom are happy to be alive.
The wind comes again,
Rustling past them,
Beckoning me to come closer.
I follow its signal and find the snowflakes of winter,
The mistletoe on the ceiling and the snowy mountain tops,
Allow the wind to move past them and rush to the rains where the gloom awaits my fate.
The rain pours harder but another emotion,
It wipes the sadness away with every drop.
The wind still blows and comes with it the blazing heat of the sun,
It burns my back but without any slack I still carry on.
At long last, I reach my place with the wind still blowing.
The wind had found me in my lows,
It left me in my highs with its every blow.
- Japneet❤
