Wherever Wind Takes Me

by Allyssa Freeman-Smith

The wind has a funny way of making itself seen

It blows in your hair like it does in the trees

The way of the wind has its own way through seasons

Sometimes a little more when it comes to freedom

The people and the trees have always lived together

They’ve seen each other's flaws in all kinds of weather

Conditions from cold to warm

Stay with the wind no matter who mourns

A willow tree feels herself with the slight touch of wind

She holds her spirit kindred by a gentle swim

A lake beneath her swaying hair

Never too much water running to bear

When will we all be free?

Like the resting trees in the wind that are rarely seen

We might not remember the people we meet

But the wind will always remind you how some made you feel

As the wind is what will set you free