Freedom to Blow

Walking alone down a straight path

No one around 

No one in sight

The breeze blows softly against my skin

The air feels cold

Blows past me quickly.

I wonder why you can't see the wind

You feel it 

But you can't see it

Oh, how jealous I am of the wind

Invisible, fast, and always on the go

Never in one place

Not told where to go or what to do 

A free willing spirit.

Reviews

[Bob Sherunkle]

Thta was wonderful,great picture painted.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Hehe I love your piece the elements of the world are a Grait wonder glad you made a poem about it :) Grait piece and good flow lovely!! Goodluck Faith :)

[Eternal Poet]

Very nice! It flowed very easily, I liked your use of words.