Wind: The Drifter's Sprit

By: Dante The Animelover

Brushing tree to tree.

It's the wind that blows free.

You can't see movements if you tired.

A force of nature and aura that hides.

A gentle breeze some would say.

A like a drifter whom never stays.

A restless nomad, that floats about.

Everywhere it goes it makes it home.

Momentarily, it comes to a halt.

Yet, it never drops and stops for long.

A spirt of it's own.

The wind is one that senses are honed.

Light and airy, indeed.

The sprit of the wind, nevers grows weary.