The Wind…> Poem by Turuz Hautapu

A package blows in the wind
But there’s not even one kid
In sight
It doesn’t feel right
With no one there
No one that cares
No meaning of life
But heart-ache and strife
Happy times come, happy times go
But then the wind starts to blow
So clouds come in
Like a kick in the shin
Rain comes down
All over town
And then it begins again
Nothing can obtain
It’s strength
It goes to every length
But no-matter what, when or where
Just remember there’s someone that cares
No-matter what you think
There’s a special link
Between you and me
It’s the heart you see.