Poem no name

As the wind that flows in the sky
slowly looses its might
It starts ti descend
starts to cry out
for another breeze,
gentle but strong,
as a push to keep going .
But it is never found.

For so long this wind was misled.
Not knowing that the right road was the one.
That one day it sumbled upon a mighty wind.

This wind was so strong
that even the mightiest of changes couldn't interfear
in it's way to achieve the goal it has chosen.

This mighty wind,
so strong and indempendant
changed it's course
to reach the weak wind.

In confusion,
the silent wind thinks:
'' Why would a wind so fearless,
so free,
change it's way 
to push me 
little by little
towards the path 
I was ment to go?''
Even knowing that the wing brings no harm.
The slow breeze fails to follow.

Everytime this strong wind  enquires the silent flow
It wants to conceal it
behind branches fullfilled with obscure flowers
But not anymore.
From now on it shall let it search
trought its silence
trought its uncertanty
because it knew
from the moment its wind passed trought
that it will find that splendor
and let it shine
against the trembling and anguished sole.

Finally this wind can rise
not only to help birds fly
but to be free itself ,
see the world like it is,
not like others paint it to be.

But the rising wind knows that this wind cannot be tamed
Only to listen to its whispers:
'' If you strainth fails to follow
I will loose you,my dear.
But if each day 
Your power grows 
Nothing will flow away 
for my strainth feeds on yours 
and as long as you feel it 
it will be in your reach 
as well as I ''

Inspiration:Pablo Neruda.

Autori :A.K.