TO CATCH THE WIND
Out there, free In the early morning light
From the sky,
A shadowy figure, stands motionless as the
Wind blows across the land.
Feeling the fresh air swirling around this
It raises Its' head to the rising sun.
Miles and miles to the North, South, East,
This great beast can run under the wide
This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation
With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.
Such a gentle friend, which stands up tall,
Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch