Wind

As the dry leaves fly

Across the ground

While the wind blows in the sky

We produce true natural love for u and i

Turbulence the wind produces

Through the day

As the night still comes into me real steel

When we go through this write my hands shake

For reason like the dry leaves and the wind actually unknown

I will pursue you poem with only me to allude

You ain’t going nowhere but to me

My love has produced the words I need

I want

To hear not the why’s upon this

I am 1 with the sky and wind start up when it’s time

I know

I can’t subside my guide that has found me while the wind blows dry leaves across my and others lawn.