Oh To Be The Wind... Poem by Lori Bergman

Flowing through follicles of hair. Like the mesmerizing falls of locks on a mare. Forcing us all to stare. Into the abyss, that is earth's dance. So much flair. Existing without a care. Calling us to it's lair. Oh too be the wind. It's not fair. Seemingly so alone. Yet it's ebbs have flows. It so Sews. An unlikely pair. Sown together with care. Here, there. Everywhere. To gaze endlessly I'd pay a fare. It's too rare not to share.