The Wind

When we're young the wind
Doesn't mean as much
We feel it the same though
Even without wisdom
We feel it blow through our hair
Like light that warms our heavy shoulders
The wind that doesn't always chill
Makes us all
Young and old
Ignorant and learned
We feel and we are affected
By the storms it may bring
Signaling Spring
Or watery eyes
On winter ride
Or the strength from receive
While withstanding
The wind