The way the wind blows

thought processess is the best nspiration known to man

The way the wind blows

I feel the wind rush through my hair

as I thought of why god created wind

he created it

to make us feel special.

The wind is like gods fingers touching the faces of his children.

The wind is like his voice calling out to his followers.

The wind tells the birds which way to fly.

The wind knows no boundaries in latitude and longitudes.

The wind is a form of freedom.

and we will feel the wind as we rise up to say hello to our father.

~courtney

The End

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