The Wind Poem by Raymond Smith

The wind! The wind that blows is free, is cool, is alive it speaks to me.

Of times past, of warmth of love, of safety of a better time.

It blows, unaware yet aware of what it speaks. It is faithful yet unconcerned. It brings love, it brings death, it explains, yet says nothing.

In the end there is love as a treasured find. The wind says love is the one all in all. The wind blows, and on it goes. The wind.