Sweeping winds

Sweeping winds.

All set to sail, walk, fly or drive.

The open road never fails to revive.

Sweeping wind in the woods,

the roar of the seas,

the sated shore,

I want it all more,

As it pleases me to the very core,


The sun lends wisdom to my eyes,

larky night, enveloped by fireflies.

Raised and carrased by the winds;

that grazed the holy water,

All the pain, put forth for slaughter.

Like a curious child,

I explored the wild.

Like a rolling stone,

Stumped at bumps,

But that wont stop me;

from quenching my thirst,

Because at the end of the day,

the seas never failed to cleanse the dirt.