Winter Writings: Day 17

Ah, to be the wind
with freedom to travel to distant places
and make them yours
to wrap your arms around
the mighty Himalayas
and breath the incense of their snows
to sail solo through stormy oceans of waves
and create piled dunes of shifting sands
to ruffle the feathers of penguins
and drag your fingers through a lion's mane
to carve windows in rock
and turn the world lacy white with blowing snow
to erode mighty mountains into gentle hills
and turn the world dark with raging storms
Yet you do not stop
to admire your creativity
your itchy feet are always
on the path to new adventures
I want to be the wind when I grow up...