The wind blows through the sails of our lives,
bringing us to places we never asked to see.
It changes direction, before we reach the place we wish to be.
When the wind is warm, we see hopeful promises, we vision how things could be.
The wind comes and leaves.
In grateful seasons, we dance in the breeze.
In bitter winds our hearts sometimes freeze.
To be like the little bag, floating endlessly in breeze,
landing gently, touching the tip of our daily dreams.
Listen gently to the soft breeze.
The wind knows where we should be.