A lonely song, wistled the wind trough the air Himself

The wind comes rushing towards countless of people 
every day
It caresses over their skin and flirts wildly through the streets 
and deserts
It rustles through the trees and laps in the sea,
rolling waves around
It blows away little clouds in the sky 
shape them into careless balls
And lift lonely leaves gently from the ground, so they can dance around
together


Who would have thought that the wind was alone?


Who would have thought that the wind 
whom was always to be heard
Never sings a song of his own
Only reflects the sound of everything 
from everyone it encounters on its way


Who would have thought that the wind wanted to settle down
He whom restless travels around the world in freedom
Increasingly - without targets or meaning


Who would have thought that the wind was lonely?


 - Cecilie 
(orginalt fra 15.03.11)