As I look out the window, I see the wind as it moves silently through the trees.

How I wish to be free of my restraints.

To fly higher than I ever dreamed.

My soul is chained.

Can it be freed?

Only true love can pierce the coldness of my heart.

Encased in ice.

Truly, how does the wind move?

How can I soar?

The leaves shudder as the cold breath of nature flies past.

Will someone take my hand and lift me to those heights?

Does someone else feel as restricted as I?

As the words of my plea fall silently from my lips, tears fall silently from my eyes.

Words, tears, what is the difference?

Each is an expression of utmost passion.

Across the pane of glass, raindrops fall.

Tears, rain, they are the same.

A cry for help and comfort.

I cry, and all of nature cries with me.

For nature is I and I am it.

Trapped, a piece of the world is confined.

It’s heart a treasure of purest gold.

The gold of humankind.

Will the wind lift me away?

Take my soul and let it fly.

The leaves outside my window shudder,

As I watch the wind fly by.