I dream of having a forest in my backyard,
Laden with tall pine trees and jasmine plants.
Whenever I walk and run through, its after scent hinges onto me,
For Days. Months. Years.
To build a swing with ropes and tie it to a high branch,
Feel my feet rise above the ground and my hair sway with the wind,
In a lush green open field, scattered with daisies, white and yellow.
Sleep under the stars, clear dark skies and dazzling twinkling stars,
Paint all the beautiful lines that have ever been written,
Across walls, on the streets,
Writing love, one word at a time.
Dangle my feet from a high rise, sitting on the parapet,
With a glass of rum with ice clinking,
Trying to grow my wings and fly away…
Wind and Words.