Freedom

The wind blows through the trees
enjoying his freedom
a gentle breeze
laughing hard and then some

Like playing children in the sun
it goes on and on
never stopping
but in a second it is gone

no one knows where it hides
or when it will show again
but then it comes back
and you feel inside..

when you walk in the fields
the breeze messes up your hair
and even when the wind is cold
you don't hide behind a shield