A poem about the wind

Photo by Zac Ong on Unsplash

When the wind blows
I want to fly with it
Like pollen
Like air

When the wind whistles
I want to sing with it
Like wild bees
Like bluejays

When the wind howls
I want to roar with it
Like black wolves
Like coyotes

When the wind dances
I want to turn turn
Like soaring ravens
Like bird formations

And when it is silent
I want to sit
Amongst its trees
And listen
To the silence of
Winds

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Annabel Schoen

Annabel Schoen

I love to paint the world with words — so I write. Wildlife Conservation & student @Minerva University, living around the globe. www.annabelschoen.com