Wind
Into the sunset she decides one day
to walk and follow the sun away.
She steps outside. The once-calm
Morning tugs at her hair.
The wind whispers, to what she is
Looking for, it tells her where.
She follows the rainbow’s scent,
She tastes rain so hard and bent,
She climbs the rock and steps upon,
The reeds of grass that once shone,
The world is eating away, she’s
Destined,
to wait in the cold dying wind.
