There is no feeling like the wind zephyr.
She feels the bleak wind but she wonders if it is loath or lust.
Laceration falls down while the air blows.
She finds it strange that she truly finds comfort and buoyancy in nature.
The beauty of it from her perspective conveys her blithe.
Plants, animals, mountains, waves and wind.
Nothing fills her emptiness but them.
Whether it's summer, winter, fall or spring.
Seasons give her the energy and ability no one can conduct .
Blissfully she smiles as she perceives the breeze on her skin.
Author Bio:
She is 16 year old girl and student that aims to try have new experiences, reflect, and be creative. She enjoys reflecting her feelings and writing down things to inspire others. She also enjoys baking, crocheting, and watching movies.