Violent twirls;
forceful twists;
the world is spinning.
The wind tugs at our clothing;
shoves us;
spins us around.
It whips our fear in our faces.
It hurls the sand into our eyes.
Some complain of the wind;
complain about the annoyance.
They try to bind hair in pigtails;
Shield eyes from the sands,
but still, the wind prevails
It can't be stopped
We blame the wind for ruining our bliss.
We blame the wind for sending shivers down our spine
Cold air slaps us in the face
and we are angered.
We say the wind is an enemy,
but is it?
The wind is shoving us;
knocking us off our balance;
blinding us by tossing sand into our eyes.
But is it doing it our of anger?
Or is the twirling shove really a gentle push towards a path we strayed from?
Is knocking us off balance helping us find balance?
Is blinding us helping us see?
It takes a bad day to make a good day good.
It takes a sad moment to fill a happy one with special joy.
The wind may blow us off out happy perch,
but riding it will carry us farther then we ever imagined
Don't fight the wind:
embrace it.