On top of the big hill at moonlight,
Looking down into the valley,
The wind around me restless
Leaves spinning like the lost in a cyclone,
The occasional cricket looking for his way home,
Amongst the tall green grass;
I am unsure of what I am looking for,
Enjoying being no where,
With nothing to do;
But still restless, the wind kicks up around me,
Perhaps wanting to play
But what games would the wind want to play
If not for my lack of wings, I�m sure we�d have quite the day.
If it weren�t night that is�
But enough of semantics
I feel the need to go with the wind
But I�d prefer to stay in the valley today
And the wind dies down�leaving me
Perhaps a hurricane asked it to join as it passes this way
So the silence returns, that never went away
I look down into the valley,
Unsure of what I am looking for
And wait
And the wind flows silently past
As if to caress me.
