Kaze (wind)

The wind...it's indecisive...it carries things from places to place
it travels with a mind of it's own,

like a drifter from afar, it wails
in pain when lightning strikes,

it blows harshly in a fury when
it is angry, the wind can be gentle,

almost recovering, the wind
carries the smell of life to one's nose

and tells them that there
are reasons to live,

the wind, it travels from a mountain to a river
then into a town,

it tickles a dog's ears and carries papers with it
laughing at the paper boy, how mischievous...the wind,

it flies making
a person feel as if they were flying, the feel of flying in the wind is
indescribable, irreplaceable,

a soul in the air, close of the eyes
into a peaceful slumber and when woken up feels refreshed to
spread wings and to fly again.

Kaze.

By the tiger.