Words Of The Wind Poem by Leslie Neiwert

Twisted leaves lay at my feet
As my back is torn and beat
Tears do not fall from my face
When I run the wind a race.

Feet are panting from the pain
As the clouds promise us rain
Winning a race that can’t be won
Doing the things that shouldn’t be done.

The air parts like rivers and seas
Brining only an open breeze.
Kneeling on the silent beach,
My heart fills on the simple please.

Even shadows can be overcome
When there’s ambition to be hung.
Differences must be set aside
For one to overcome their inner pride.