Wind
As I exit my house,
I feel the power of wind,
I hear the wind blowing,
Through the air,
I feel it blowing threw my hair,
As my jacket fly’s in the wind,
I feel strong, I feel Safe,
But when I enter the grave yard,
I see the dead,
I see the Peace,
I see the Harmony,
I see in the shade of a tree,
I look around so peacefully,
No role to be obey by only peace,
I wish I could stay here
But now till my next visit,
I go with the wind to find
A peaceful place again,
I wave my hand to say
Good Bye for Now +=
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