They fly free in the air
Moved forward by the gentle breeze
The wind is their home
I went outside to be with them
I wanted to feel their freedom
I walked, I ran, I jumped
But only when I sat could I taste their weightlessness
They fly around me as I write this
But I sit still
And I am as free as they are
The wind is their home
The paper mind
Each word I write is a seed
That will one day fly away