Like the wind, you came out of nowhere, with no advice and with a superior strength.
Like the wind, you were always there. It was just that, for me , summer was always there.
Like the wind, you came in other seasons as well, you took some things and blew them away.
Like the wind, you brought the best of you out of somewhere only you know.
Like the wind, you will always be changing, I won’t get use to but I don’t want to, either.
Like the wind, you will always exist and I will want to have you as long as a season will be a season.
