This is a poem written by Josiah 8.5, amazing poem btw.
(Unfortunately kinda mushy mushy if you look at the starting character of each line, then the phrase it forms is “I love you so much”)
In legends the wind is many things.
Loving, cruel, mocking, even a provider for all.
Over all these morals, I still think the wind human.
Very calm, yet its anger kindled easily in a flash.
Everybody welcomes it in summer, yet shun it in Winter.
Yearns for freedom, It & I.
Oh, the similarities! How they contrast with whom we truly are!
Understanding this will broaden your horizons, your birdeye’s view.
Sullen, Sorrowful, Sadness: What contradiction to the wind, no?
Oh, for the wind has no feelings! It knows not what it does!
Moreover, it has something I have not and I to it likewise.
Undoubtedly, it has freedom! The key to the cage, yet I have pain.
Cowardicel & Courage is something it knows not—
How would something dead & hollow know man’s pains?
Once again massive thanks to Josiah for providing this poem!
(you know, I’m actually considering one of these myself lol 🙂 )