I gazed at the wind for I could see nothing else. I was void of feeling and emotion. I watched silently as each leaf fell from the tree above, so softly, so delicately. Before it could reach the rich soil on the ground, I saw the wind rush in underneath it and push it roughly about like a child snatching a candy. Strangely it gave me comfort.
The leaf twirled upwards resembling a ballerina. It was carried east then west turning over and over as it went. It had no control. When the wind began to die the leaf hung in mid air for but a moment then gently almost regretfully descended to its destination below. Perhaps its final resting place. The ground welcomed it. Every leaf endured the same. Each leaf danced with the wind so beautifully. The world's dancers would never compare. But it was as if the wind knew all the moves and steps and twirls, like it knew what to do. One could say it was alive. A mind of its own? Dare it be true. How I longed to be like those leaves.
As the wind grew stronger, I closed my eyes and lifted my face into it feeling its cool force. My hair didn't escape its power and was strewn about like fire. If felt so wonderful that I raised my arms to embrace it and yelled out for more.
The sheer sounds of the wind rushing through my ears penetrated a feeling deep in my soul.
Nothing else mattered. We were everything and nothing. It was only us. Anything else disappeared into oblivion. My whole body was alive and I felt such power and comfort. I stood now and began twirling around and around. Faster and faster with the wind just like a leaf. How I laughed and laughed. Its voices wistfully surrounded me and laughed with me as if fairies played nearby. As suddenly as it began, the wind quickly died.
I stopped twirling at the revelation and feared it would never again return. I ran after it - but where did it go. I was full of sorrow and desperately called out "come back! Come back I beg of you!" It was gone and it left me feeling alone and rejected.
Heavily to the ground I fell yet found no pain. The clouds above opened to show its wonderful sky. It was nothing compared to the wind. Strangely I was comfortable lying on the ground. 'Will this be my final resting place?' I wondered. Yet I peacefully closed my tired eyes. It was only then, in my dreams that I once again, danced with the wind!
'I gazed at the wind for I could see nothing else. I was void of feeling and emotion. I watched silently as a leaf fell from the tree above, so softly, so delicately. Before it could reach the rich soil on the ground below, I saw the wind rush in and propel it roughly about like a child snatching a candy. Strangely it gave me comfort. The leaf spiralled upward resembling a ballerina. It was carried east then west turning over and over as it went. It had no control. When the wind began to die, the leaf hung frozen for a moment in mid air, then gently, almost regretfully descended to its destination below. Maybe it's final resting-place. The ground welcomed it.
Each leaf endured the same. Each danced with the wind so beautifully. The world's dancers would never compare to such beauty. But it was as if the wind knew all the moves and steps and twirls. One could say it was alive. Dare it be true?
How I longed to be those leaves. As the wind grew stronger I closed my eyes and lifted my face into it feeling its cool force. My hair didn't escape its power and was strewn about like fire. It felt so wonderful that I raised my arms to embrace it, yelling out for more. The sheer sounds of the wind rushing through my ears penetrated a feeling deep in my soul. Nothing else mattered at that moment. I was dancing with the wind and everything else disappeared into oblivion. My whole body was alive and I felt such power and comfort. I stood now and began twirling around and around, faster and faster with the wind just like a leaf. How I laughed and laughed. Its voices wistfully surrounded me and laughed with me as if fairies played nearby.
As suddenly as it been, the wind quickly died. I stopped twirling at this revelation and feared it would never return. I ran after it - but where did it go? I was full of sorrow and desperately called "Come back! Come back!" It was gone and it left me feeling alone and rejected.
