Soft wind that breathes, Touches the soul that puts us at ease. We ought to be like the wind that carries us, Flowing gently without a fuss.. Though it is like some people who come and go, Depending on the direction it goes. It carries us to others and places.. Stopping just to gaze at their frozen faces.. Stagnant air can seem fair and I will say that it's there, However it resumes I myself will still care. Remembering those whom I've met, So excuse me if I stare. Believe me I have seen it all, the wind it takes the leaves that fall. Carefully blowing away the worries and strain, I feel their intentions to cleanse the pain. Much like mine, I refuse to name. Though like a cloth stuck in a tree, Don't let me go to be free.. For a longing of belonging seeps from me. Be my friend is all I'll ever wish for, And be gentle as the breeze without asking for more. Because the caring I feel is on a different level, It's much deeper than you can shovel.