The wind is like a ghost,
Stripping leaves from the trees,
Scattering the rubbish down the road.
It is a good strong wind, it is a gentle wind
Like a soft blanket I pull over my head.
It makes me want to walk on the beach;
To put my feet in the water; no fear of cold.
The wind is my friend and companion.
We can walk together and accept each other.
We see the world from our own perspective,
No one sees us,
No one to criticize, to be judgemental.
This wind is friendly and gentle
But it can be strong, aggressive and mean.
It can rip through houses and pastures destroying the earth,
But then be gentle like the clouds
that scud across the heavens giving the earth a bath in gentleness.