There's a feeling I get
when I hear the rustling of the trees.
As the wind rushes past me
and through the leaf-heavy branches.
Waiting for the end of the cascading wind
and the eerie silence that follows.
The silence that soothes and comforts,
but beckons for more.
I yearn to go
where I choose.
I want to feel the impact of others
Nothing to hold me back