Wind gusting on a spring day, you speak to me of freedom, of things beyond expression. Eternal force blowing forever on ancient peoples and now on me. You care not for civilisation, your gusts of laughter shake the bending trees. You blew before these buildings came, when all is gone you will remain.
Sometimes like a gentle girl, your soft caresses delight the world. At other times cold and sharp, your ice laden gusts freeze human hearts.
You are a force beyond control, you dwell within the human soul.
K Morris - Poet 
Beautiful!
Thank you. It was written after having just returned from a wooded path near to my home. Feeling the wind on my face brought those thoughts to mind.
There are wooded paths in London? š Kidding. It’s a beautiful post.
You make me smile! Kevin
Nice, Kev
Thank you! Kevin