I Did Not Find The Wind Today

I wish to see the breeze today I pray
To carry thus with me, to perfect flee
To leave alone my troubles be at sea.

Beside the sun’s conflicting rays, I’d say,
And tender push of leaves roaming the tree,
I wish to see the breeze today I pray
To carry thus with me, to perfect flee.

Although i hide behind her wings to play
And hurt her tender feet above her knee
To make her weary, pale and tired of me
I wish to see the breeze today, I pray
To carry thus with me, to perfect flee.
To leave alone my troubles be at sea.

Leonell Echa