The Wind

Crystal Claire Bonocan

I can feel the wind in my face,
Feel it as it rushes to race,
The beauty that the sunset gives;
Mixed with wind, I shall live;

As I walk upon the sand,
In this very glamour land;
I feel alive and free,
Like I want to climb up the tree.

Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Breath escaping me;
I feel the joy that I long to feel,
Sandy and anxious at the same time,
still.