The Wind

The Wind

I want my dreams to

Soar like a kite,

To move free and easy

While I enjoy the flight.

But what is a kite

Without you, precious wind?

You have never been an enemy

You’ve always been a friend.

Through your rough patterns

I have learned to stand strong,

Even in the storms,

You guided me along.

Being paid less than your value,

Is nothing but a shame

The start of America’s success,

You are to blame.

Because of you,

The unseen future looks bright

Because of you,

My kite never put up a fight.

Now I am a leader

Instead of sitting in the bleachers

And it is because of my wind,

All of my beloved teachers.