the day windy

by strobe

The day windy
The mind is free
Reaching out to the clouds
Imagining what it will be

The creature of habits
The colourful sights
It never explains
It is just there
For you, me and others to see

The day windy
The branches swaying
The invitations many
Ah the freedom arises
As the call of nature
Whispering in the wind

Only the deadwood
Pretending nothing happens
The day windy
The changes will be coming
For all to see