Are so much like the wind
Sometimes floating our spirits like a feather
Softly, lazily up and down and all around
With no particular purpose….. joyfully… or not
And then again, like warm air rising
Lifts an eagle to wondrous heights
Where only possibilities and dreams can be seen
Or running wild and fierce toss our spirits
As a storm tosses a leaf
Lifting, crashing, turning wildly …up and down
And yet again, just as a steady sea breeze
Lifts and carries the Frigate bird far, far to sea
They can carry our spirit that greatest distance …....to another!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found a friend in your style.... will keep this verse for a long long time. Thank you.