Follow the Wind

Upon the mountaintop we wait

Sleepily watching the shadows shift

Like a giant sundial

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Time flows slowly, and for now,

We wait, still,

Wait for the moment when

Our next journey begins.

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Up above us, the sky is opened wide

The clouds drifting lazily.

In just an hour or two, we know,

We will be up among them.

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But without wind, we are motionless.

We cannot move, cannot leave

Our resting places on the mountain—

Not until that great wind starts again.

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Impatient for the journey to start,

We glance repeatedly at the sun.

How long more till the evening gale?

When can we start to fly?

When can we, once again, begin to explore?

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Then, the air around us stirs

At last!

We catch the wind

And let it carry us up, up!

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Every afternoon, the same thing happens.

It might seem repetitive to one,

But every time, it's a new place, something fresh!

We never get bored by our journey.

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As the gusts carry us higher, we all wonder—

Where are we going next?

So many places, a whole world to explore—

A boundless world with a million sights

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Where to go, we can't decide

So we simply follow the wind—

And let it take us wherever it pleases.