The soul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
gracefully flowing though the wind.
Estatic with its freedom from imprisonment.

Blanketing the world.
Like the cold sorrowful darkness of night,
bright warm beams of sunlight,
or heaviest snowfall of the year.

Powerfully unleashing itself upon the world.
Tremendously like the tornado striking kansas
carrying Dorothy to the colorful, wonderful World of Oz.

Acting as oxygen,
Shoving its way past any obstacles it must face.
Touching everything that comes in contact,
inviably.

No matter how
high it must climb,
deep it must dive,
far it must glide,
dark it must stumble through.

It doesn't have any care in the world.
just gracefully flowing through the wind
with the feeling of joy from breaking free.