Oh to be a friend, of the wandering wind, <br />To behold the mountains high. <br />To gaze through heat waves, <br />Over burning sands, <br />And watch the clouds roll by. <br />That's all I ask of life so sweet, <br />To commune with God supreme, <br />Out in the wild, <br />Away from all, <br />To live a glorious dream. <br />To be able to appreciate the Earth, <br />And the mysteries all around. <br />To watch the myriad of colors, <br />In the days twilight, <br />While the sun is going down. <br />Or to watch the silver moon ascend, <br />As it slowly rises high, <br />As clouds stream slowly across it's face, <br />In the starlit glow, <br />Of the summer sky. <br />To shout out my name, <br />From a rocky mountain trail, <br />With no one around for miles, <br />And of all the things there, high in the sky, <br />My human body the thing most frail. <br />To keep in prospective, this thing called life, <br />And to really know our place. <br />To not be egotistical, <br />Vain or proud. <br />As we wander through this maze. <br />God grant I live to see, all the wonders, <br />That I can. <br />That God has put, <br />Upon his world, <br />For this humble man. <br /> <br />4/22/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-friend-of-the-wandering-wind/
