The wind

The wind blows threw our lives each day and yet we don't know where it comes from, and where it is going.
There are days when when we feel it and days when we don't.
But that does not mean it's not there.
In the wind of life some close their windows and doors, but I use it to soar.
Like a kite in spring I soar on the gust of the winds higher and higher I go.

Finding the current of the wind instead of going against it I will flow.
The more I flow the more I grow.
If I dare to stop I will drop.
Drop to destruction even death.
I will flow to grow,
And be like the wind.
To receive life I need life.
Life is in the wind, the breath of God.