In Love with the Wind
      
The wind blows on
to every horizon
passing through the earth
where it could be heard

Here comes a flower
in its flourishing
the spirit of the wind
soaking in every inch of its living

Shaking and trembling
the flower nearly stops breathing
Screaming and shouting
the flower rebels from its rooting

Struggling against its origin
the flower dreams to fly away
to be free,
gone with the wind

But the wind is gone,
leaving the flower alone,
scattered like a fragile bone
until its days are gone