Anyway the wind blows,
I follow-not to escape,
but to listen.
The leaves never ask where they're going,
yet they dance
with purpose.
Clouds drift without apology,
carrying nothing
......
Anyway the wind blows,
I follow-not to escape,
but to listen.
The leaves never ask where they're going,
yet they dance
with purpose.
Clouds drift without apology,
carrying nothing
......