Questions and Wind

There is nothing like being alone and feeling the wind,
In your hair and through your fingers.
This silence, it roars around your ears
And the clouds are all ships and oars above your head.
The grass sways in time as its own song swells,
The warm spring air hovers above it all.

How long has it been since you remembered to be still?
Do these breaths surprise you, startling you as you find air filling your lungs?
Now you drift on the breeze and find yourself across new horizons.
This journey you've undertaken, do you understand your part?
Can you begin to even tell others where you are going?