Wind through the woods,

Empty and full as I breath,

In and out creating a breeze.

I feel empty and giddy,

And full and weighted.

But with every light that goes out,

Darkness hisses and wells,

But does not overcome.

My thoughts spread but my feet don’t fled.

My fear and bravery are one,

That is who I become.

That is what it is.

Wind through the woods is my hope.

My love and my losses.

It is my feeling and emotion.

Because to me,

I feel free,

When there is wind through the woods.