The rustling of the leaves and the swaying of the trees lets me know the wind is passing by. Gay laughter and joyous praises sorround me as I close my eyes. Spring is here and so is my happiness. I love the imaginative places the wind takes me. We fly through and beyond the sky, to galaxies and milky way are my companions. We soar like eagles, gliding with ease. I don't ask or require much, just the embracing thought of having the wind toss and tease my hair once more. I spread my arms and hope for some magical moment to float away from my fears and take me to any new place the wind wants me to visit. Away, away, I want the wind to take me away. To sweep me off my feet like the raging sea and into the gracefull, snowy cities of my snow globe. Somewhere quiet, somewhere peaceful is where I'd be content. Somewhere safe and carefree we will go. We will dance on the moon, or prehaps count the stars our father has made. I don't know what our agenda will be. Just the feeling of the wind genly blowing against my side, dancing, singing all arround me is embracing enough for me. leaves spin out of their controle, with out a care. They too dance to the feeling the wind gives them while falling to the green carpeted ground. I giggle for knowing my favorite time of year is bringing me good cheer, bringing the wind to visit me once again.