lostmoonchild: Okay, I'm still breathing. This poem FINALLY got finished since I had lost the insperation to write YYH poems and just not to long ago realized I still had a hunger for it that wouldn't die. Anyway, if any revews were left thank you. I don't own YYH, only the poems.
How the Wind Blows
The wind's blowing fiercely
Sending the rush of adrenaline through my veins
Controlling the wind, bending it to my will
Wherever I want to go, the wind will take me there
It can bring forth destruction
Or it can bring forth simple pleasure.
You can't see it,
Only feel it and know it's power.
It carries rain, it carries snow,
It can carry the dust from a road
Inside of your very home.
It can even carry cold and warmth.
How the wind blows,
It dances it's own dance.
Can you learn to dance with it?
Can you learn it's quick steps?
Listen to it at night and you'll hear,
You'll hear the words to its sad song,
You'll hear it telling of those long lost
And the cries of anguish for the suffering.
When your voice is silent
the wind will carry it up high
and all around the world shall hear
even when you speak no words.
Sing with the wind
and learn it's dance.
When you rise above this world
I pray you will dance and sing with it.
I am the master of the wind,
no one controls it just like I can.
You are in the wind's dance
so pay attention to how the wind blows.
lostmoonchild: I hope ya'll are gonna be nice enough to leave behind a review!