I wish I were the wind

I wish I were the wind,

to be totally free.

To sustain the feathered wings,

to blow the leaves from te trees.

I'd hit strong when provoked,

sharp and precise when intended.

I'd deliver changes when needed,

and carry destruction when stressed.

Other times I'd be no more than a breeze,

soft, smooth, almost sweat,

touching lips and cheeks. 

And seamlessly I'd bring the heat,

the cold, the change, the sweap,

as I'd move heaven to beat. 

Escrito originalmente durante internação no Hospital Dia, 30/01/2023

Ilustração gerada por IA (Gemini)