| Perspective Oh, to be the wind To be free To fly To flow Freely --Like the wind Not to be like the wind Nor of the wind But to be the wind And, the wind turned And asked, Why would you want To be me? I am bound To the earth I am locked in For all my strength I cannot break free (reflective pause) And, if the wind could get it's wish It, then, no longer would exist. 9-1-02 Copyright © 2003 Carine A. O'Connell All Rights Reserved |