I sit outside,
Watching the clouds,
The birds chirp overhead.
The leaves rustle in the trees,
Whispering to eachother,
As the creatures softly chatter.
The wind blows,
Taking my mind where it wants to go.
The wind brings me to a fantasy world,
where this world is no more.
The wind takes me by the hand,
directs me where to go.
When the sun dissappears from the sky,
The wind leaves me too,
No longer in the fantasy land,
I’m content here to stay.
