round and round, swirling, blowing

always on the go, racing to no end

yet the wind forever pushes its way

through life's little secrets of uneasiness

slowly you rise to stand against

the violence of the forthcoming blows

of the wicked winds torture chamber

its bone chilling slaps pierce your skin

but you stand your ground

soon to reach your goal of happiness

      your freedom from terror no longer desired

      upon the Earth so eloquent, so beautiful

in the distance you notice

trees swaying and bending

      but never breaking to pieces

      never shattering forever

and you hope, you pray that you too

are as strong and stable as those trees

then you reach out to feel, to find

a doorknob grasped by your numb fingers

slowly your hand turns and pushes

as the door is opened wide for you

the warmth, the friendliness of home

welcomes you to stay awhile

away from the temper of the wind

you shut the door quietly

and the wind bids you so long

for now as it dies off in the distant lands

knowing how strong, how happy

you really are, how happy you always will be

farewell wicked winds

good-bye