I wonder what it really says apart from me making things up.
I wonder why it howls apart from me telling myself it gives good ventilation.
I wonder why it is windy apart from.me telling myself it is one of nature's own.
I wonder why I spend time wondering when all I should see is the good that lies herein.
I wonder why I wonder.
Howl out, howl in and howl wide.
I wonder how you are able to.mix with sand and water and make them move in the direction you choose.
The wind is my friend and tells me secrets long lost to man.
I see the purpose it carries and hear the whispers of the dead long forgotten.
It is not by chance or choice but by design we get the wind splashing hard on our faces and around our bodies.
Who is not making plans to improve on their windy days and who doesn't want to be happy?
I am ever so calm when it comes calling. I get protected from the harsh realities of what it will be to stand alone.
In between the sunshine and the rainfall, you find the wind howling and it never ceases even long after it is all done.
Howl howl howl your way into my heart.
