Rippling through my tresses

Lifting both my soul and my hemline

The wind soars through me

On the swings

Flying up to the clouds

Drifting back down again and again

The wind is here for me

Through the skies

Breezing through the forests

Rustling through the leaves

The wind is here for Mother Nature

Albeit, the wind, my enemy

Tangling my locks

Entwining myself in a mishmash of golden brown

The wind is here to stay

I praise