Currents

Standard

And here 

Untamed winds blow.

I never tire

Watching

The plains grass ripple with ever

New currents, new gusts.

A rhapsody

So beautiful.

And the clouds

Go on forever

As I settle into myself,

My hair a mess.

I am  melancholy

But my spirits lift as I sit

And sway with the tall grass.

I imagine I am the bird riding

These unseen shifts and using them to see 

Clearly

What is around me.

Having faith in the realization

That I know more than I

Give myself credit for.

Instinct and intuition.

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