The Wind Journey

The Wind ran quickly across the plane,
Making the grass sway to a distant beet.
Jumping and spinning the wind danced with the lone tree,
Catching his branches and making them move to a far-off rhythm.
Throwing herself up the wind glided freely across the sky,
Moving and provoking the remote song.
Journeying across space and time the wind travels swiftly,
Carrying the feel of an imposing melody.
In distant places, with distant faces,
She must carry on.
Dancing still to the same beet,
same melody, same rhythm, same song.
In far-off places, with far-off faces,
Her journey doesn’t end.
Forevermore she dances,
the wind dances,
to the beet of a lovers heart.


~Tristan
(written Sophomore year of high school)