The wind wanted to be human.
It could do everything - it could demolish structures, whole.
It could pick up the ocean with just one blow.
It could steer a sailor home...
But it couldn’t be human.
What a disappointment.
And there was the human, small and weak.
It wished it could be the wind, picking up a hundred bricks with one hand.
But he had to labour, heave one at a time.
Yet. he saw the wind’s weakness - it wanted to be him.
You see, even the strongest don’t have it all.
You always and forever will have something more.
You may have a mother and your king has none.
You may have your legs and that multi millionaire has none.
You may have your health, when your boss only has a short time to go.
No matter how powerful, see that
in a way you are stronger than the wind ~
For the wind longed for connection
Watching the builder laugh with his friends.
It weeped, bringing in the rain
And at that moment
The builder knew
could be the wind.
Words by me ♥️
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