apologies i needed an outlet

the wind might be there for me i wouldn't know
taking my hat off, breaking my skin
making things lighter, fighting other wind

screams and pushes me home
lays into me when nothings around
leaves me alone for the heat to compound

sculpts my softness as it passes
spreads whats high into the dirt
spins in wildflowers wearing a skirt

reaches up high asking for power
spins contrast, mends friction into a blender
closes her eyes to devour what's tender

gets chased by the sun somewhere new
to the wind it's another afternoon
the wind might be there for me i wouldn't know
either way i need to rebuild my home