The wind blows,

The nearest tree bends,

And I am in awe.

As the wind picks up,

And the sounds humans fill my ears,

I know all is right.

Here in this place,

Here where I feel safe,

In this place.

It was here I met the winds,

Healer; the sweetest of all,

Strength; the mighty one,

And Gift; the strange one.

As I sit here,

Hurt by the world,

Healer caresses my face.

As I sit here,

Feeling powerless,

Strength shows me his power.

But it is here,

Here in this special place.

Here where I am what I am.

That Gift comes,

He comes on silent feet,

Baring comfort in his winds.

It is here,

That I show what I am,

Here that I am free.

Free from pain,

Free from work,

Free from the voices that constantly yell.

Here while Healer blows on my face,

And Strength bends the trees,

And Gift whispers in my ear what it is I shall be.

It is here that I am at peace,

Here I am free,

Here I am my true self.