The touch of wind

To sense the wind, is to lose your form,

Like the wind does as it sways in the storm,

To soar on currents, untamed and free,

And in that flight, to become the air I see.

With outstretched arms, I face the sky,

Feeling the breeze as it passes by,

Whispering secrets from distant lands,

Caressing my skin with tender hands.

I close my eyes and let go of all,

The weight that binds, the fears that stall,

For in this moment, I am set free,

Merging with the wind, wild and carefree.

I dance on zephyrs, light as a feather,

Floating in bliss, severed from all tether,

Each gust a symphony, playing my soul,

Guiding me towards a celestial goal.

Through valleys and mountains, I gently glide,

Witnessing the world, its wonders beside,

I touch the treetops with ethereal grace,

Brushing the meadows in an airy embrace.

In this union, I find a timeless peace,

A connection to nature that shall not cease,

For the wind, it whispers ancient lore,

In every gust, an untamed lore.

I am the tempest, fierce and wild,

The tranquil breeze, soft and mild,

I carry the secrets of distant lands,

Whispering tales in grains of sand.

Through the currents, I travel far and wide,

Over oceans and forests, with the moon as my guide,

Experiencing life in its myriad forms,

Feeling the essence that each being adorns.

I am the laughter that rustles the leaves,

The sigh that sighs when a heart grieves,

I am the caress that ruffles your hair,

The gentle touch that conveys love's affair.

In this ethereal dance, I find my true self,

Releasing all burdens, my spirit finds wealth,

For when I surrender to the wind's gentle might,

I become one with the world, a shimmering light.

So let me be the air, unconfined and pure,

An invisible force, forever to endure,

Invisible, yet omnipresent, I shall remain,

Whispering secrets in the wind's endless refrain.

For in feeling the wind, I discover my worth,

A reminder of the magic that resides on Earth,

And in merging with air, I transcend what I seem,

An eternal soul, carried by the wind's gleam.

But for you to hear, to feel and see me,

You must be still and simply be,

For air does not take one simple form,

It can be a gentle caress, or a wild storm,

So smell me. Do you smell the scent of the rain?

Or do you struggle to feel nothing but pain?

Can you taste the water in the air,

Or have you forgot how the 'little things' care?