Everybody thinks the things in their life are planted
with roots of the strongest kind,
embedded deep within the soil,
as though you couldn't uproot them
even if you brought about the strongest rains
or the heaviest storms. I tend to disagree.
'Cause the wind's gonna blow
no matter if we want the breeze or not.
It's gonna bring things into your life
that you didn't even know you wanted,
but it can also take away the things
you once held on to so tightly.
Sometimes even the strongest desire
can go away with the slightest wind
It's not because the strong turned weak,
it's because some things aren't meant to remain
in your life, or to determine your well being.
The wind gives as the wind takes away.
When you feel a breeze in the distance,
and you know it's coming your way,
don't hold on to anything. Just breathe it in,
and let it take you where you're meant to go.
If you never leave the ground, you're not meant to.
But if you're uprooted, hope a good thing catches your fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem