Wind in my hair

Wind in my hair, the sound of falling water
Greening trees rise up to the clear sky
Only dotted by a few white patterns

Spring lies over the city, the buzz has changed
Or is it I who sees things differently?

People pass by, living in their own worlds
Do they sense the change in the air?
Do they feel the difference?

The sound of water falling, a fountain in the park
Soothing the sound, almost meditative
Carries my thoughts to other lands.

Wind carry with you my thoughts and feelings
Far away to another place
Where the sound of water falling
Fills the air in a city of spring

Find there my destination,
Where I one day will live and die.