• The wind blows the branches
    it makes them point up, or down.
    Heaven or Hell.
    Or they point all different directions,
    following multiple different paths.
    I see a path in front of me,
    it was blown into sight by the wind.
    I lean towards the path,
    and I'm suddenly pushed forward by the wind.
    The wind pulls people onto my path,
    and causes them to bump into me,
    letting them say hello.
    After a while, the wind pulls people out of my path,
    and they aren't seen for a while.
    As I walk on this path,
    the wind blows my hair in my face.
    It causes me to stop for a second,
    it causes me to stop and think.
    There are so many different paths,
    all branches and paths blown into sight by the wind,
    so why did I take this one?
    Where is the wind taking me?
    It's helping me on the path of life,
    and I appreciate the wind.